ABSTRACT
When I was assigned my first client in graduate school—my first adult client who had made an appointment and was going to meet with me for an hour of psychotherapy—I was excited. This would be real therapy; not the ad hoc school counseling kind I had done along the way as a high school teacher or middle school/high school counselor, not the kind I had done in graduate school classes when I'd paired up and practiced a counseling skill with a classmate. This was the real deal. I was indeed excited.
