In high school, three professions interested me: law, medicine and counseling. Born in Southeast Missouri in the mid-20th century, these professions were not considered appropriate for a woman much less one with a disability. My vocational rehabilitation counselor and father decided it would be best for me to be trained as a teacher even though I had no interest in public school teaching… and so it was.
After college, I stumbled into a job working as an evaluator/instructor at a state-operated vocational rehabilitation facility. It was there I found my passion of working with people to help them realize their dreams. It seemed like a perfect fit as I have a strong work ethic, love solving puzzles and wanted to provide others with the vocational support that I had craved. The work required planning, determination and a large quantity of creativity… all qualities I thought I possessed. It also required more knowledge and education to provide the consumers all they deserved so within a few months I moved forward to attain that education. Continue reading