From the time I was little I always wanted to help people, so it seemed natural for me to go into nursing. When my son was about 18 months old he developed some health issues. It took us about a year and a half and several different doctors to have him properly diagnosed and get him the help he needed.

 

Finally the underlying issues were resolved, but during his time of struggling he had developed obsessive-compulsive disorder as a coping mechanism because he wasn't sleeping. I took him to a behavioral

specialist to get some guidance on how to help him. Without interacting with my son at all this doctor

wanted to put him - my then three-year-old - on Prozac. I was treated like a negligent parent for refusing.

 

I was so frustrated and didn't know how to help my son. I was also questioning my own path going into nursing. While there is certainly a time and a place for Western medicine, dealing with doctors and the system over the course of my sons illness had opened my eyes. My desire was to connect with people and

help them and I knew I couldn't do that in the way I wanted as an RN.

 

So I was feeling helpless and a little lost when a friend encouraged me to take my son to craniosacral therapist. I had never even heard to craniosacral therapy (CST) but was desperate to help him so I took

him in.

 

During the first session the practitioner helped me understand what was going on. And with that first treatment his compulsions were gone! It was like coming home with a new kid. I was immediately fascinated by CST, and in awe at the way it had helped my son. I began to see my future unfold...

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