Reflective Essay On Occupational Therapy

The waiting room was cold. The walls echoed with sounds of ventilators and heart monitors. I was eighteen. This was my first time in a hospital. My best friend’s brother, Zach, just started treatment in Spokane for his recently diagnosed acute myeloid leukemia. Throughout the next few months, I was able to witness Zach’s recovery which was facilitated by his occupational therapist. Thereafter, I was fixated on pursuing a profession that would allow me to fulfill my passion for helping people. I soon became convinced that occupational therapy was right for me.
In the spring of 2015, I learned that I had been accepted to Eastern Washington’s MOT program. During my short time in the MOT program, I have had the opportunity to gain experience