A Little MS with a Little MSW

So, I’ve been searching for fidgets for my therapy office. I currently have a zen garden displayed on one end of my coffee table and am looking for a rather large fidgety-type object to reside on the other end. During this what is now turning out to be quite lengthy online quest, I stumbled upon this gem of yore:

It’s a groovy little fidget. I almost added it to my cart. But here’s the problem: I can HEAR it. I can hear the metronome-like cadence that would become the backdrop to my therapeutic interventions. I can FEEL the annoyance that would course through all the veins I didn’t even know I had after hearing those little stainless-steel balls clank together for the 942nd time.

I would have a bone to pick with Newton.

The thing is, I remember playing with one of these on a somewhat-regular basis during my childhood years and I can’t for the life of me remember in what capacity I came into contact with them. Perhaps in a retail environment? As if retail isn’t stressful enough. Those poor clerks. If it were me, I would have been slashing the price of the store model just to get the damn thing out the door!

I still want one. They are mesmerizing. Simple mindless/fulness entertainment. Psychology meets Physics: Clash of the Disciplines. Should I invite this demonstration of Newton’s brilliance into my sessions? HIPAA would surely have something to say about that, right? It’s probably a breach of a mental health therapist’s right to sanity.

This task has been an educational one for me. I now realize that I need to create a calm, safe environment not only for my clients, but also for myself. I have also come to realize that if an object inspires a blog post to the unknown masses (and by masses, I mean all 10ish of my subscribers) perhaps it’s not the best idea!