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Aissa L. Garin
Counseling
<p>Aissa Garin is an Counselor/ Caseload Manager in Lodi, CA. Mrs. Garin evaluates patients using Evidence Based Criteria, Human Centered Theory and Narrative Therapies, in order to determine what treatments must be carried out in order to properly assess their symptoms.</p>
6 years
Experience
Aissa L. Garin
- Stockton, CA
- Notre Dame de Namur University
- Accepting new patients
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What kind of therapy is best for autism?
It would be best to go through the physician who diagnosed your daughter to see what treatment is available per her diagnosis and level of care needed. As autism is a broad spectrum, READ MORE
It would be best to go through the physician who diagnosed your daughter to
see what treatment is available per her diagnosis and level of care needed.
As autism is a broad spectrum, there is no one direct avenue for treatment
options unfortunately.
Best regards.
see what treatment is available per her diagnosis and level of care needed.
As autism is a broad spectrum, there is no one direct avenue for treatment
options unfortunately.
Best regards.
Should I go to therapy for anxiety?
Anxiety is a normal issue people deal with. Some are able to manage it while others can’t. It is really up to you to decide if you need assistance with being able to manage your READ MORE
Anxiety is a normal issue people deal with. Some are able to manage it while others can’t. It is really up to you to decide if you need assistance with being able to manage your anxiety. Deciding factors can be your marriage and depend on what you want to do. You can always go to therapy to try it out. If it works for you, then great. If not, then you can seek another therapist or decide against therapy. But in the end, the decision is yours.
Hope this helps.
Hope this helps.
Why do I hate myself after eating late at night?
Hello,
While there is no right answer for your question, I would look at the information you have provided. What is the issue? The eating, the time or the feeling of not being READ MORE
Hello,
While there is no right answer for your question, I would look at the information you have provided. What is the issue? The eating, the time or the feeling of not being in absolute control? Once you have that answer, then I would deluge further into figuring out how to work with yourself rather than against. Remember, your body needs fuel to function. This may
be your body telling you it needs more sustainable or filling food with the cravings to eat later at night.
Hope this helps.
While there is no right answer for your question, I would look at the information you have provided. What is the issue? The eating, the time or the feeling of not being in absolute control? Once you have that answer, then I would deluge further into figuring out how to work with yourself rather than against. Remember, your body needs fuel to function. This may
be your body telling you it needs more sustainable or filling food with the cravings to eat later at night.
Hope this helps.
Can you go to therapy for stress?
The awesome thing about therapy is that you, the client, gets to decide on what to talk about and or work on. Of course, where therapy leads you is a whole other topic. However, READ MORE
The awesome thing about therapy is that you, the client, gets to decide on what to talk about and or work on. Of course, where therapy leads you is a whole other topic. However, if stress is a major issue or concern to YOU, then please feel free to reach out to a therapist to begin.
Hope this helps.
Hope this helps.
Does group counseling work?
Unfortunately, the question of group counseling working all depends on you and the issues at hand. Some people enjoy the group dynamic while others prefer the privacy of one on READ MORE
Unfortunately, the question of group counseling working all depends on you and the issues at hand. Some people enjoy the group dynamic while others prefer the privacy of one on one therapy. You never know until you’ve tried both to see what works best for you.
Hope this helps.
Hope this helps.
How can I get over my husband's death?
Sorry for your loss. Death of a loved one is always an issue. The following is not mine. Read it on Reddit: Hopefully it helps you in some form. Alright, here goes. I'm old. What READ MORE
Sorry for your loss. Death of a loved one is always an issue. The following is not mine. Read it on Reddit: Hopefully it helps you in some form.
Alright, here goes. I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not. I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents.
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.
Alright, here goes. I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not. I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents.
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.
