Why I want to become an OT
My grandparents dancing at a wedding and also my grandmothers first outing after her accident. My realization that I was destined to be an OT began the day that my grandmother fell and fractured a vertebra. My strong, independent grandmother would come to tears often over her accident. It was not the pain that made her emotional, but the thought that she may have lost her freedom for good. It was her occupational therapist that was able to bring her out of her depression and show her that life was not over. I watched the OT encourage Grandma when she was ready to give up, and slowly she began to regain strength and perform her everyday tasks again. This occupational therapist not only changed my grandmother’s outlook on the quality of life she could have after the fall, but she changed mine as well. As I began working as a rehab technician at HealthSouth in Florida I noticed that it takes a special type of person to perform this occupation. You not only have to be empathet