Leland "Chip" Baggett, M.A., LPC, AHP Co. President: Until I was eleven years old my life seemed pretty simple, happy, safe and not particularly remarkable. I was the youngest of three children. I adored my parents and felt utterly secure in their love for me. So it was a complete surprise to discover that their relationship with each other was strained and in crisis. When I was in the sixth grade they went through an emotionally volatile divorce. In the intensity of their anguish, they each maintained their own version of the problems and circumstances that led to the end of their marriage. Initially, this was confusing to me. Not only were their versions of what happened in stark contradiction to each other’s, but also their depictions of each other as persons was not at all consistent with my experience of either of them.
Carroy U. "Cuf" Ferguson, Ph. D., AHP Co-President: Growing up in the segregated South, with all of what that means (e.g., having to sit on the back of the bus; not being allowed to go in the front door of movie theaters; not being allowed to eat in restaurants; seeing signs over water fountains and bathrooms labeled "Colored" and "White Only"), I was always curious as a young child as to why people "thought" the way they did to construct such a reality. I lived in an all black community (actually a very nurturing community), literally next to an all white community, but people did not enter each others' community space. Indeed, I literally lived one block away from an all white high school, could not attend, and had to be bussed all the way across town to attend an all black high school.
By Lauren Ford, MFT Intern - When I was younger, I loved running through corn mazes set up at pumpkin patches in honor of Halloween. I ran in at a full sprint, fervently trying to outsmart the twisting labyrinth. Inevitably however, there would be that moment of panic in which I felt stuck in the maze. I’d reach a dead end, or get turned around, such that the path to the exit seemed obstructed or unclear.