It rained after lunch. The boys and I had gone down before it started. The goal was to dismiss before it rained too hard but that didn’t happen. On the way down to the dining hall one of the boys and I unhooked one of the hammocks leftover from last week. We used it as an umbrella and on the way there it worked. But on the way back it was pouring and we both were soaked by the time we were home.

We had class tonight, the fourth of eight. During our discussions there were at least two times when somebody said something like, “I was talking to my therapist…” Another mentioned how she talks to her mom when she’s struggling mentally. Several other times people have used specific diagnostic terms in reference to themselves such as neuro-divergent or autistic. We refer to it as “self-disclosure”.

It’s not that I’m against it completely, but I don’t think it’s how I want to be as a professional (if I ever get there). Even as a student I was far less disclosing in this most recent assignment than I’ve been in my past ones. It’s not because I want to be secretive or somehow withhold myself, it’s just that my experience isn’t the point. It felt a little like judging but it was more just noting what came up for me.