#Supervision

[dudja]

When the supervisor helps you for 5 minutes of your 10 hour shift... #comedy #supervisor #zoolander #BenStiller

[kindly-whisper-norbury]

Tag your in-need-of-supervision blorbo...

[etheral-moon]

I'm the reason why my kids' internet access will be supervised

[battlemogwai]

Toothless has a thing for sitting on my shoulder as I wander around the house carrying out jobs. She is quite vocal of any attempts to remove her unless I dare to venture outside.

[happywebdesign]

Supervision

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

Repugnant Fic: Supervision (vol. 1)

Summary: Tom Bones applies for a job at a daycare centre. What could possibly go wrong?

Characters: Tom Bones, OC: Barbara, Sid E. Burns, and Mary Goore.

Rating: Teen and up audience.

Word Count: 2,124

Warnings: Strong language, children indulging in shenanigans, and mild cult indoctrination.

Tom Bones could never keep a job. Ever. It didn't matter what kind of job he had, whether it be part of the movie theatre crew, a car dealership seller, clerk, janitor, etc., customer service wasn't his forte. He was reckless when performing his duties and he was careless with the customers. If an angry customer snapped at him, he would snap back, and get into a fistfight. Sometimes his ass would land in jail, causing Mary or Sid to bail him out the next day.

Since Tom applied to one or two jobs per year he wasn't draining the band's money by getting into trouble. Repugnant was already gaining more recognition by the masses. Tom didn't need the extra cash. Whenever the band wasn't touring or recording albums Tom would take a side job out of pure boredom.

After Repugnant's last concert ended, it was the same old situation for Tom and his big break, yet, this time, he believed he found the perfect job, not only to avoid trouble, but to cure his apathy: a daycare centre.

Tom's job interviews were usually mediocre. It was no different when he was being interviewed by one of the supervisors at the daycare centre, Barbara. He tried to put on his best impression, saying, 'yes, ma'am,' "no, ma'am,' lying about his past and boasting about what a great influence he'd be for the kids.

Barbara observed his appearance and detected how grungy he looked as if he were in some kind of grunge band similar to Pearl Jam. He did good answering each question, she noted. How bad could he be?

While examining his résumé, she also noticed he listed no prior job experience. She wasn't necessarily looking for someone with experience. Anybody could handle a kid. She just hoped he wouldn't allow them to misbehave. She brushed the thought aside and decided to give him a chance. After all, the people who haven't had a job yet needed one more than those who did. Little did she know... Tom had plenty.

"You're hired." She gave him a yellow slip which had both her number, her email, the address the daycare was located (in case he forgot), and what time he needed to arrive. “See you at noon tomorrow."

Back at the Repugnant hideout, Tom bragged to Sid and Mary about his new job, deeming himself less lazy than them.

"You won't last a fuckin' day, man," Sid retorted.

“Oh yeah? Wanna bet?”

Sid scoffed. "Dude. I've won all your bets." He has, in fact, won 20 of Tom's bets. What started out as a $5 bet steadily grew to $10, $15, $20, and now $50. Tom often wondered where his money went until being reminded about it when Sid flaunted the cash in his face.

"I'm telling you, this job is a keeper."

Sid rolled his eyes. He heard that phrase many times before. "Whatever."

Mary listened to their conversation and drank his beer. He couldn't care less.

The next day Tom arrived on time but wasn't dressed to impress. He walked over and greeted Barbara by the entrance.

"Welcome, Tom. So glad you're here." She would later regret saying that. "The little ones are waiting for you. I'll be back soon with their parents ready to pick them up."

“Yeah. No problem.”

She led him inside into the classroom. All the children were sitting criss cross, staring blankly at nothing. Barbara had taught them well. "Kids, this is your new sitter, Tom. Be nice to him and don't make a mess," she scolded playfully, wagging her finger.

“Yes, ma’am,” they all said in unison.

She turned to Tom and smiled. "They're all yours. Good luck." She patted his shoulder. “See you in a few hours." With that she left Tom to his duties.

He grabbed a chair, plopping himself down in front. "Hey, guys and gals. I'm in charge here. So I say, do whatever the fuck you want."

Shit. He said a bad word. A forbidden word! The girls plugged their ears, and the boys gasped while some giggled in the back, finding the word amusing.

After a moment of silence, one boy, who mustered up all his courage, raised his hand. “Where did you get your nose ring...?"

"This?" Tom pointed to his piercing. "At a shop." He was casual about it. Kids shouldn't have nose piercings. Maybe when they were older, but definitely not now.

“Can I touch it?” The same boy asked.

Tom chuckled. “Go right ahead.”

The kid walked forward and touched the piece of silver. Other kids followed suit and soon enough everybody was touching his piercing. Tom didn't mind being the main attraction. He enjoyed it.

"Did it hurt?" A girl queried.

He gave her a wink. “Only a little.”

"Hey, Tom!" A boy cut in. "Can me and Ethan play ball?"

“Do whatever you want. I’m easy.”

The kids got into groups and did their own thing. Tom watched, occasionally dodging a ball or catching it, before throwing it back.

A girl came up and started running her fingers through his blonde strands. "Your hair is so long." She muttered, almost in awe. In her early comprehension years, guys are supposed to have short hair, not long hair. "Can I braid it?"

Tom didn't hesitate. He allowed her and a few other friends to take each strand of hair and braid it. They chatted amongst themselves until they were finished. Tom thought the hairstyle looked cool and wanted to don it at a future Repugnant concert. Mary, of course, denied his wishes.

“Hair done! Next is makeup." The girls sifted through loads of paperwork on Barbara's desk, hoping to find a makeup kit. They looked inside the drawers and attempted to pull on the locked drawer with no luck.

“Tom, we can't find any." A little girl protested.

“Wait, I have an idea!" Another girl chimed in, holding up a box of markers.

The girls agreed and each grabbed a different color. Bethany used the red marker for lipstick; Charmaynae used the blue marker for eyeshadow; Hailey used an orange marker for blush, Dakota used the green marker for defining Tom's jawline and cheekbones; and the rest had yellow to press tiny dots all over his face. By the end of his makeup session Tom looked like a disaster and a scary clown.

The girls handed him a mirror. He inspected himself, praising the girls for all their hard work while impersonating Barbara, making the girls squeal with laughter.

Although his “makeup" was childish, Tom would later see this as inspiration to use makeup for his Kiki Bones appearance in Subvision.

Meanwhile, the boys were separated into three groups: one group situated themselves at the desks, making paper airplanes and flying them across the room. The second group continued to play ball and the third group wrestled, knocking down a few chairs in the process. Tom didn't care about the mess. He wasn't gonna take charge and clean up or force the kids to do it.

In the midst of all the chaos, one boy walked over to Tom, analyzing his black metal band t-shirt. "Um...excuse me? You like Mayhem?"

“I do,” confirmed Tom.

"My dad does too."

"Really? What's his favorite song?"

The kid shrugged. "I don't remember the exact name, but there's this one particular song he plays everyday." The boy paused and raked his eyes over Tom's tattoos, looking flabbergasted. “Whoa! That's a lot."

Tom chuckled. "Thanks." Suddenly, an idea struck. "Why don't you gather everyone around and I'll tell you guys about each tattoo?" The boy nodded and started herding the rest of his classmates like cattle onto the floor where they all sat, cross cross, staring at Tom...or a second cousin of Pennywise?

"Who wants story time?"

Everybody raised their hand.

"Excellent." Tom rolled up his shirt cuff, further exposing his tattoos. A few tiny mouths went agape at the sight. Tom’s right arm was a full tattoo sleeve while his left arm was half a sleeve. He pointed to the first tattoo he ever received at the ripe age of 17 then started sharing stories for the rest of his tattoos. It took an hour and a half to talk about all the ink but he eventually finished, concluding, "That is how I got my tattoos."

The kids cheered and clapped.

"Are you in a band?" Marcus asked.

"Yeah. I play drums."

"Can you spin your sticks like Nikki Sixx?" Ethan demanded.

"That's Tommy Lee!" Corrected Dylan.

"Guys." Tom caught their attention again. He looked at both boys, smirking. "Yes and yes."

"Well, what band are you in?" Questioned Sophia.

Poor, sweet child, thought Tom. He didn't want to corrupt her innocent facade by revealing he was in a death metal band. However, if she was curious....he didn't want to deny her an answer.

"Anyone heard of Repugnant?"

The kids fell silent. Tom could've swore he heard crickets in the background until a random girl, Jocelyn, spoke, "What does that mean?"

Ah, children and their vocabulary. "It means..." Tom tried to figure out a way to word the definition without scarring the kids too much. "All the bad stuff in the world, things that are inhumane, disgusting, revolting - that's Repugnant."

"So... the worst of the worst?"

"Correct. The worst of the worst."

"I wanna hear what your band sounds like. You think we can attend a concert?" Ethan asked, his eyes widening like saucers. He was getting excited.

Tom didn't want to deject Ethan's dreams by saying he was too young to watch them play live. So, instead, he offered: "Would you like to have a concert here, in this very room?"

All the boys looked at each other, nodding eagerly. Tom dimmed the lights and went over to Barbara's computer, finding a few Repugnant concert videos on YouTube. “Prepare to rock out," Tom warned. "This song is called Premature Burial." He clicked play and the thrashing music echoed off the speakers. "There's me." Tom pointed himself out, smashing the drums. The kids watched. The girls didn't find this type of music enjoyable or catchy. It was unlike Taylor Swift.

Through the grainy film of the video, Mary Goore appeared on stage, banging his head forth and back, while fingering the strings on his guitar. He flipped his head up as his long brown hair fell down near the length of his shoulders, revealing his face and darkened eye paint, as he sang in a deep, growly voice, “Decrepit as you've fallen in disease. Joints are withering as they slowly freeze. Decomposition eating through your head. Mistakenly you're confirmed as dead." The words were incoherent but the boys didn't seem to mind it. Some started to bang their heads and mimic Mary's guitar playing. The girls locked eyes at the screen in horror before scampering out of the room in fright.

Tom didn't pay attention, he was busy using his index fingers to hit the desk, pretending he was back on tour.

The boys started to feel the groove of the music take control of their bodies as the song continued. The indoctrination process was beginning to happen. The boys would become future death metal heads and society had no source of stopping it. These young rebels would continue the legacy of wrecking havoc on ordinary life. Tom couldn't have been more proud.

Next the boys stood up on desks, chanting, “Repugnant! Repugnant! Repugnant!"

Not long after, Barbara barged in, shocked at what was unfolding in front of her own eyes.

Tom quickly paused the video while the boys scrambled off the desk.

"What is going on?!" Barbara shrieked.

Tom stood up, confronting her. "I can explain-"

Barbara gasped at Tom's new makeover. What the fuck happened to him?? His hair was braided and his face was covered in different colors. How did this happen? Why did any of this happen? "The k-kids d-did that to y-you?" She looked around the room, inspecting the strewn items that scattered the floor. "And y-you allowed them to d-do this?" Barbara was in a pure state of shock, she could hardly speak without trampling over her own words.

Tom cleared his throat. It was the only moment in which he was honest with her. He nodded his head, not looking a bit shameful, but rather smug, amused.

"Get out! You're fired." No explanation could ever change her mind about Tom. She pointed to the exit where he left, not saying goodbye to his miniature comrades. "Did he hurt you?" Barbara interrogated, worried about the children’s well-being. The boys shook their heads, however, the girls provided a different response, concerning their mental state after witnessing the shock value that was contained in the concert video.

The daycare centre was the first and only job in which Tom Bones was fired from after a day.

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[skjam]

Anime Review: Kengan Ashura

Anime Review: Kengan Ashura Kazuo Yamashita is 56 years old, and it’s been a pretty miserable life. He works as a salaryman in the sales department at Nogi Publications with a manager who’s constantly bullying and belittling him. Kazuo’s wife left him years ago, and he’s estranged from his sons, shut-in Kenzo and delinquent Yasuo. Every dream he’s ever had has been crushed by reality. But he is…

[princessheatherblossom]

Climbing screens is his kryptonite

[psychrachalog]

something i recently brought up in supervision was the first session.

why does it feel like you’re being asked a ton of questions that seem pointless? why do we care that you broke your toe once in the fourth grade? to me, it seemed kind of redundant at first, like why am i asking you all of these borderline invasive questions?

there is a reason!

everything’s important, even though it may not seem like it. you are the expert on you, and we need to know as much as we can from the expert in order to guide you best. maybe that broken toe will come up later, maybe it won’t, but no detail is insignificant. before we can do anything, we consult experts right? this is what it is - we are consulting you on you.

but do you have to answer these questions? absolutely not. you can always express that, or say that it's something you want to discuss at a later point. you are not under an interrogation, you can divulge what you are comfortable with!

[phantombirds]

ALBUM SPOTLIGHT:

Supervision - La Roux (2020)

Such a stellar and deeply underrated album front to back - it’s been out for 3 years and I still listen to it on repeat. It’s Elly’s signature synthpop sound that pays homage to the 80s with added groove that incorporates funk and disco elements and even some reggae influence, and it goes so damn hard. Smooth, addictive, retro-flavoured beats will have your feet tapping and head nodding over and over. Since the days of her iconic songs ‘Bulletproof’ and ‘In For The Kill’ in 2009, her sound has truly been honed and refined, and her personal growth, strength and self-assurance as a person and artist is fully reflected in Supervision. Elly said in 2019 that the last song on the album ‘Gullible Fool’ is the most meaningful, important track on the list and one she feels she’s needed to write her whole life.

Favourite tracks:

Otherside

He Rides

21st Century

Gullible Fool

Everything I Live For

[37designunit]

Monitor Lunch and Recess Shirt, Custom School and Name Supervision Staff Tee, School Recess Squad T-Shirt, Lunch and Recess Monitor Team Shirt

[odettecarotte]

Psychotherapy is done in the overlap of the two play areas, that of the patient and that other therapist. If the therapist cannot play, then he is not suitable for the work. If the patient cannot play, then something needs to be done to enable to patient become able to play, after which psychotherapy may begin. The reason why playing is essential is that it is in playing that the patient is being creative.

D. W. Winnicott, Playing and Reality

Twelve years ago, I was a social work intern. I worked at an agency but got supplemental supervision from a wily psychodynamic play therapist in his office decked out with all manner of board games, puppets and fidgets, as I was working with children. Early on, he stopped lecturing me about play therapy and asked me to pick one of the toys from a basket beside me. I am a very compliant good girl, and was always working hard to say the “right” thing to him. But when he asked me to pick up a toy, I froze.

“Just pick whichever toy seems interesting to you.”

“NO!!!!!!” I literally screamed in this otherwise silent therapy office! I could not believe it! I felt terrified of the fact that I’d let myself scream, but even more terrified to do what he’d asked of me: to let myself pick up a toy and play with it in front of him.

Being very Winnicottian, he was delighted by my refusal, and by my ability to surprise myself by saying no.

[lifeofloon]

Homemade chicken fried rice for dinner and my two supervisors judging me the whole time.

[fratresdei]

Anyone who knows me knows that spiritual direction is one of the great loves of my life. I talk about it like it's my girlfriend. So naturally, one of my deepest joys is supporting other spiritual directors through spiritual direction supervision. Check out this new video to learn more, and schedule a free spiritual direction supervision consultation with the link in the comments!

[lavender-lavenza]

@imnotreanimatingthedeaddog2 what are you doing?

[seidigardensystem]

Behavior is Communication

Your Words Matter - 2

Dear Therapists,

For more than a year and a half now, I have been looking forward to the semester in my graduate program for clinical mental health counseling when I would actually start seeing real clients. I’ve completed all the main coursework. I’ve done three of the four required residencies and completed countless roleplays. It was time to apply all that I had learned. I had carefully researched multiple counseling sites and interviewed with multiple potential supervisors. I found myself in a place with a certified trauma therapist that wanted me to help co-facilitate a female trauma group. Finally, I was here to learn and do exactly what I had been hoping for as a survivor myself.

Recently, a new client came on my caseload, but it turns out this person had been to the center before and saw other student interns previously. I was able to see the previous clinical notes, but when I talked to the person who had provided therapy before, they refused to tell me what they had given as a diagnosis and said that I needed to figure it out for myself as my learning opportunity. A lot of negative judgment with phrases like, “attention-seeking” were used to describe this client. When I met with my supervisor, all he told me was, “Have fun with that one.”

Are you kidding me? We are talking about a real person here. A real person, with real difficulties in their life that requires therapy. Their problems are not a joke. Therapy is not a game. People are truly hurting in this world and they come to therapy for help. They come to heal and get better and have a more fulfilling life. Using phrases such as “attention-seeking” and “manipulative” and being frustrated with a client who has poor boundaries is a huge disservice to the people coming and seeking help.

Being a trauma survivor myself, I grew up without any secure, healthy attachments. People accused me of being manipulative, creating drama, being selfish, and just looking for attention. It was in therapy that I experienced my first ever secure,  healthy attachment and it was with a therapist. I remember having multiple discussions where I revealed my fears of being too much, asking too much of her, and asking if there even was such a thing as secure, healthy attachments. Her response was, “Behavior is communication.”

It’s surely a challenge when other people cross our boundaries and seem to create a lot of drama but we are supposed to be their therapist, which means having a genuine, caring approach to people who are hurting. As a therapist, our clients are not supposed to meet our needs. We’re supposed to meet theirs! We can provide psychoeducation on boundaries and attachment styles. We can model how to implement and enforce boundaries. We can do the work with clients so that no other person on the planet will accuse them of being manipulative or attention-seeking.

Feeling manipulated is not the same as being manipulated. As a therapist, we need to recognize the difference between somebody being vulnerable and sharing some of their deepest feelings and someone who is intentionally trying to manipulate us.

I remember feeling very insecure about my relationship with my therapist in the first few months of therapy. I ended up texting her something that I don’t exactly remember, but I remember her response. She texted back, “Do you need reassurance?” I remember feeling completely panicked. I did need it, I didn’t know I needed it until she said it, and I was terrified that she knew I needed it, and I felt shame for needing it, and my whole body just froze as I stared at that question on my phone. While I don’t remember exactly what I had texted her in the first place, I have a strong suspicion it may have appeared manipulative or attention-seeking in some way. It was not my intention to be any of those things. Somehow, I was able to get my body moving again and I typed back yes to her. I don’t remember exactly how she responded after I admitted needing reassurance, but I know that she gave it to me unconditionally, no strings attached, and no shame for needing it.

It’s been five years since that moment. She’s still my therapist to this day. What I have experienced is that I now know what a secure, healthy attachment looks like and feels like. I’ve experienced it with her and with other people now. She was consistent, met my needs, and always met me where I was at. Her consistency in her responses to me built trust and secureness.

If clients come to you and challenge you, then consultation and supervision is in order. If their behaviors are challenging to you and you find yourself feeling frustrated, seek out a colleague to help you deal with your own emotions.

Instead of my supervisor saying, “Have fun with that one,” he should have said, “Let’s research this client’’s diagnosis together and come up with some appropriate interventions and treatment plans. This client is going to require a little more expert care than the others you have worked with so far.”

For all the cognitive restructuring that we ask our clients to do, we need to do the same ourselves!

Sincerely,

A DID Client & future therapist