I know this is a bit late, but I just found it... thank you pinterest! And since I've been a terrible blogger lately - I thought I'd share. Enjoy!
Ilene Woods, the voice of Cinderella,
died on July 1, 2010, at age 81, from causes related to Alzheimer’s disease.
Towards the end of her life, she did not recognize a lot of what was going on
around her, and did not remember that she had been the voice of Cinderella, but
her nurses found that she was most comforted by “A Dream is a Wish Your Heart
Makes,” so they played it for her as often as possible.
"(Music therapy) can make the difference between withdrawal and awareness, between isolation and interaction, between chronic pain and comfort -- between demoralization and dignity." ~ Barbara Crowe, past president of the National Association for Music Therapy (now AMTA)
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Perceptions
If you are a music therapist, likely you understand the above paradox. People's perceptions are all different about what "music therapy is". Hence why we need a “elevator ride” length pitch on music therapy in our back pocket at any moment in time. Starting a new position I have been asked to explain what music therapy is multiple times in the past week alone. AND if you have any experience as a MT (even as a student or intern) you may have already encountered some preconceived notions and well... to be honest... annoying comments/assumptions/generalizations that people may make. For example: My first day out in the field with my new colleague we were greeted at a facility by their front desk personnel with a cheerful,
“Oh great! The entertainment is here!” I kind of assumed that my fellow MT might brush it off and go on her way, but instead she politely corrected the lady across the desk with a short, simple, and non-judgmental educational statement on what she was actually there to do. The employee's eyes widened slightly, you could see the wheels turning in her head as she understood just a bit more about “what music therapy is”. She was genuinely interested and impressed. I had that old familiar PSA theme running through my mind, "The More You Know"...
We all have that cousin, or friend of a friend, or neighbor that at some point says to us, “You paid all that money to go to school and learn to be a music therapist! I'm a (enter other non-music therapy related credentials here) and I just sing to/play a CD for my patients/kids/dog!”
I have a basset hound but she wont sing with me. I've tried. Maybe I'm NOT a music therapist... |
Well, that's fantastic that you sing to them. Really. It is. Music is a fantastic and powerful part of care giving. HOWEVER! When I drag a guitar, computer, industrial sized hand sanitizer, sanitizing wipes, song books, paddle drums/xylophone/electric keyboard/ocean drum/thunder tube up to a patient's bedside it is not a grand entrance for the “Annie Walljasper Music Hour”. I'm on a mission. I've taken time to plan and prepare. I've created goals to work on for each client. I've checked up on, studied, and planned out the best way to serve their diagnosis. I do more than sing. I do more than play the guitar. I watch every little action and reaction. I change my approach on a dime. I create goals for patients, I develop ways to achieve those goals. I collect data and prove to doctors, nurses, social workers, as well as insurance companies and the government that what I am doing is clinical, beneficial, and appropriate. It's a clinical and evidence-based way to assist others in order to help them accomplish social, emotional, physical, mental, and spiritual goals. In order to reach those goals, I use music intervention. It's THERAPY, and I use music to do it.
Furthermore, in order to "do music therapy" you must be a credentialed professional who has completed an approved music therapy program. Music therapists take courses in everything from biology, anatomy, and psychology to acting,
There are many fantastic colleges and universities who offer music therapy education... the University of Iowa is just one of them |
AFTER you complete all 1,080 hours of your internship it's time to start studying up. There's a big old certification exam. The CBMT Board Certification examination consists of a 150 question multiple-choice test, you are allotted 3 hours to complete it, and it costs a pretty penny (if I do say so myself). Now, some of you may ask "Why? Why get certified?" The credential MT-BC is to provide an objective national standard that can be used as a measure of professionalism. Basically having the credential allows the public to identify qualified practitioners who have passed a national exam measuring the knowledge, skills, and abilities necessary to competently practice in the field of music therapy for the given year. So, they KNOW that they are getting someone who knows what they are doing and are doing it with intent... not just playing a CD. Also, it's a way to hold me accountable for my actions. If I am not working within my scope of practice (meaning if I am pretending to know how to do something I don't know how to do) or if I am doing something unethical or illegal, there is a certification board who will hold me to higher standards or will revoke my credentials. When you finally take the test, you find out right away as to whether or not you passed. Thank God, because just waiting for the results to print off was a torturous wait itself. If you passed, you then get mailed an official certificate that looks like this:
Isn't it beautiful? I think so. So, then you frame it and hang it in your office... or in your car if you work for hospice. I might put mine on a chain and just wear it around. I'm the Flava Flav of music therapy,
"Yeah boooiiii!"
And then? Well, then you GET A JOB! Oh an every 5 years you either have to have continuing education credits or you have to retake the test... darn that whole keeping you accountable thing. ;)
Whew, I'm tired just thinking about all that work! But you know what, it's totally worth it. Everyday I am honored to share some of the more intimat
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Beginning again...
Monday was my first day as an employed BOARD CERTIFIED music therapist. It feels like I keep having "firsts" .... "first interview" "first day"... but I have to be honest, I am so excited to get going in this new position. I was offered the job to work for Midwest Palliative and Hospice CareCenter a few weeks ago and have eagerly awaited my February 13th start date.
My first day went fairly smoothly... I didn't trip, or spill anything on my shirt. I didn't lock myself in the bathroom - but who would do that? Honestly. HOWEVER! No day would be complete for me without the slight embarrassment or odd first impression. My new position is in a northern suburb of Chicago, further north than Seasons' office and I needed to show up at 8:30am on Monday morning. Being my neurotic self, I decided I better give myself extra time for travel just in case of traffic. This sounds like a reasonable idea, right? Well, I drug myself from my bed and snugly little puppy at the ungodly hour of 5:30am in order to be up and at 'em by 7am. Alright, I realize that a LOT of you out there likely get up that early... or perhaps even earlier. Kudos to you. You are awesome and I give you a lot of credit. But I've beenunemployed a trophy wife for the past monthish and 5:30am was no longer in my vocabulary. Go on and judge me if you must.
Out on the road I saw the sunrise over the city (the Sears tower - I will always call it that - gleaming in the distance), I politely waved to other commuters who allowed my to change lanes, and listened to the ridiculousness of morning radio personalities jabbering about the Grammy awards. My GPS faithful led the way and as I pulled into the parking lot I stared in disbelief at the digital clock... 7:45am. 7:45?! I had successfully showed up for work 45minutes early. My new HR buddy had dealt with me being 15 minutes early for both interviews, but 45 minutes seemed a bit excessive. So, I did what any other normal human being would do. I parked my car and went back to sleep... or at least tried to sleep in the way that you can kind of sort of sleep in a chilly car after having showered, driven, and fully woken up for the morning. I set the alarm on my cell phone to alert me to enter the building at a more socially acceptable hour. After a while of reclining somewhat stiffly in a Prius with my sunglasses and scarf, I heard a tap on the window.
"Are you ok?" a rather distinguished and professional looking man asked me.
"Oh yeah!" I replied forcing a casual and probably stupid laugh. "I just am supposed to meet someone here at 8:30, but I got here at 7:45, and that was just too early, you know? So I thought I'd just wait and rest a while..." I quickly blurted out.
"Oh, ok" He said looking at me like I was some kind of crazy person... but really, this was totally normal right? "It's just that someone saw you and they were kind of concerned..." Yep, I look like a crazy person.
"Oh well... hee hee... no problem... ha...." I reassured him.
"Alright." He slowely backed away from the car.
"Have a great day!" I called after him. Yep. That's me. Annie Walljasper, your new co-worker. Board certified music therapist. Weirdo extraordinaire. I make a great first impression.
Throughout the rest of the day I kept praying that I would not run into him again ... the tour of the facility (chock full of introductions) was particularly nerve wracking. Luckily, the poor guy who had been elected to go save the crazy-chick-sleeping-in-her-car-in-the-parking-lot was no where to be found. Why does it feel like this kind of stuff only happens to me?
Yeesh.
ANYWAY... So far I absolutely love everything about my new position. My supervisor is fantastic, I've shadowed another MT who is a wonderful musician, a lot of fun to be around, and has the sweetest southern accent, I've shadowed a great chaplain, and met some patients who instantly reignited that spark inside me and reminded me how much I truly love working in hospice. I am confident that I am where I am supposed to be... even if I am a bit early.
My first day went fairly smoothly... I didn't trip, or spill anything on my shirt. I didn't lock myself in the bathroom - but who would do that? Honestly. HOWEVER! No day would be complete for me without the slight embarrassment or odd first impression. My new position is in a northern suburb of Chicago, further north than Seasons' office and I needed to show up at 8:30am on Monday morning. Being my neurotic self, I decided I better give myself extra time for travel just in case of traffic. This sounds like a reasonable idea, right? Well, I drug myself from my bed and snugly little puppy at the ungodly hour of 5:30am in order to be up and at 'em by 7am. Alright, I realize that a LOT of you out there likely get up that early... or perhaps even earlier. Kudos to you. You are awesome and I give you a lot of credit. But I've been
Out on the road I saw the sunrise over the city (the Sears tower - I will always call it that - gleaming in the distance), I politely waved to other commuters who allowed my to change lanes, and listened to the ridiculousness of morning radio personalities jabbering about the Grammy awards. My GPS faithful led the way and as I pulled into the parking lot I stared in disbelief at the digital clock... 7:45am. 7:45?! I had successfully showed up for work 45minutes early. My new HR buddy had dealt with me being 15 minutes early for both interviews, but 45 minutes seemed a bit excessive. So, I did what any other normal human being would do. I parked my car and went back to sleep... or at least tried to sleep in the way that you can kind of sort of sleep in a chilly car after having showered, driven, and fully woken up for the morning. I set the alarm on my cell phone to alert me to enter the building at a more socially acceptable hour. After a while of reclining somewhat stiffly in a Prius with my sunglasses and scarf, I heard a tap on the window.
Sleeping in your car... clearly I was doing it wrong. |
"Are you ok?" a rather distinguished and professional looking man asked me.
"Oh yeah!" I replied forcing a casual and probably stupid laugh. "I just am supposed to meet someone here at 8:30, but I got here at 7:45, and that was just too early, you know? So I thought I'd just wait and rest a while..." I quickly blurted out.
"Oh, ok" He said looking at me like I was some kind of crazy person... but really, this was totally normal right? "It's just that someone saw you and they were kind of concerned..." Yep, I look like a crazy person.
"Oh well... hee hee... no problem... ha...." I reassured him.
"Alright." He slowely backed away from the car.
"Have a great day!" I called after him. Yep. That's me. Annie Walljasper, your new co-worker. Board certified music therapist. Weirdo extraordinaire. I make a great first impression.
Throughout the rest of the day I kept praying that I would not run into him again ... the tour of the facility (chock full of introductions) was particularly nerve wracking. Luckily, the poor guy who had been elected to go save the crazy-chick-sleeping-in-her-car-in-the-parking-lot was no where to be found. Why does it feel like this kind of stuff only happens to me?
Yeesh.
ANYWAY... So far I absolutely love everything about my new position. My supervisor is fantastic, I've shadowed another MT who is a wonderful musician, a lot of fun to be around, and has the sweetest southern accent, I've shadowed a great chaplain, and met some patients who instantly reignited that spark inside me and reminded me how much I truly love working in hospice. I am confident that I am where I am supposed to be... even if I am a bit early.
Everyone thinks it's cute when children do it. When you get old people just think you're a creep. |
Sunday, January 8, 2012
January is for Music Therapy
Since 2005, the American Music Therapy Association and the Certification Board for Music Therapists have collaborated on a State Recognition Operational Plan. The primary purpose of this plan is to get music therapy and our MT-BC credential recognized by individual states so that citizens can more easily access our services. The AMTA Government Relations staff and CBMT Regulatory Affairs staff provide guidance and technical support to state task forces throughout the country as they work towards state recognition. To date, their work has resulted in 35 active state task forces, 2 licensure bills passed in 2011, and an estimated 10 bills being filed in 2012 that seek to create either a music therapy registry or license for music therapy. This month, our focus is on YOU and on getting you excited about advocacy.
I am deeply honored to have been asked to be a part of the Music Therapy Advocacy month, maybe a little intimidated. To be honest, when talking about advocacy during my time as a MT equivalency student I was completely scared to even think of being someone out there in the world teaching and advocating for music therapy. Not that I don't love public speaking, because I do. And not because I don't love the music therapy profession, because believe me, I DO. But because there are millions of REALLY GREAT advocates out there... aside from the obvious Martin Luther King Jr's of the world, I have been privileged to see some absolutely amazing parents who need to advocate for their children. It is HARD work. It's a full time job. You have to be knowledgeable, confident, persistent...It's intimidating. I cannot help but think, "There must be someone else out there who could do a better job" or, "Someone else understands all that legal stuff better than I do." I have a feeling that many of you baby MTs out there might feel the same way. Or at least I hope I'm not alone. BUT! I also KNOW that I am not alone in thinking, "If not me, who?" Hmm...sounds familiar.
Two years ago if you asked me if I would be interested in working in hospice care, I would have replied with an adamant “No”, having spent the previous five years working with teenagers. One year ago when I sat down during my first day in the “Music Therapy with Adult Clients” course I thought, "I could never do that." But over the course of the semester I saw my view of hospice settings shift to a deep respect and new enthusiasm to advocate and provide for the clients found in hospice care. Six months after I have interned with Seasons Hospice and I find myself not with a hardened heart, tough enough to stand the emotional tolls of our work, but rather a better understanding of death and the dying process as well as an appreciation of what we are able to offer our clients. If I can't advocate and provide for this population, who will?
This January, music therapy bloggers and podcasters were asked to share their tips, thoughts, and ideas on advocacy and on being an advocate. I am going to do my very best. This might be more of a learning experience for me than for you. Who knows, maybe I'll learn that I LOVE advocacy, or maybe I'll inspire you to do better than I did.
For now, here are a few things to start of the week:
happening.
4. Check back throughout this week and later this month for more words of wisdom from
yours truly.
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Two years ago if you asked me if I would be interested in working in hospice care, I would have replied with an adamant “No”, having spent the previous five years working with teenagers. One year ago when I sat down during my first day in the “Music Therapy with Adult Clients” course I thought, "I could never do that." But over the course of the semester I saw my view of hospice settings shift to a deep respect and new enthusiasm to advocate and provide for the clients found in hospice care. Six months after I have interned with Seasons Hospice and I find myself not with a hardened heart, tough enough to stand the emotional tolls of our work, but rather a better understanding of death and the dying process as well as an appreciation of what we are able to offer our clients. If I can't advocate and provide for this population, who will?
This January, music therapy bloggers and podcasters were asked to share their tips, thoughts, and ideas on advocacy and on being an advocate. I am going to do my very best. This might be more of a learning experience for me than for you. Who knows, maybe I'll learn that I LOVE advocacy, or maybe I'll inspire you to do better than I did.
For now, here are a few things to start of the week:
- Head over the The Music Therapy Maven and take the “What’s Your Advocacy Personality?”quiz. It’s a fun, Cosmo-style quiz that will help you determine your most natural, comfortable advocacy style. Jump over here to check it out…and be sure to share your advocacy style in the comments section - be sure to tell them that Annie at PreludeMT sent you! I scored a “Not Afraid to take the lead…” and I agree completely. I just have more learning to go and would appreciate any direction/guidance.
- Check out these other blogs/podcasts with posts from last week:
happening.
4. Check back throughout this week and later this month for more words of wisdom from
yours truly.
Happy Advocacy Month!
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