First visit to St Christopher's Hospice.

My first visit to St Christopher's Hospice began in an uncertain manner. I was hesitant to meet the patients and finding out that we weren't expected made things worse-more tense. As I love history I took an instant liking towards a lady named June who spoke about herself being a WWII evacuee. This was part of an exercise we took part in to familiarise ourselves with one another.

Gerry sat us all around a set of tables, forming a rectangle in the centre of the room, we then stated things we liked, things we didn't like so much and significant things that had represented change in our lives thus far. I immediately thought that the latter request was quite personal and would cause some sort of mishap; I was right as when it was the turn of one of the patients, he muttered something and then began to cry. This is one aspect of the entire project that I threat may be counter-productive... Being too forceful, not giving the patients the choice to choose whether or not they want to say something, using them as too much of a source to withdraw information from to help us towards our final piece rather than the final piece be a collaborative outcome.