A Closer Encounter
Posted by d@rk_@ngel_kn!ght
I was roughly around 14 years old when I first encountered the term Posttraumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) during my pocketbook collection frenzy of the works by author Lindsay McKenna. With her Morgan’s Mercenaries series of literary novels that touches close to the turmoils and endeavors in coping of soldiers-of-war survivors, catching a glimpse of the world they revolve around – the horrors and the simple joys they experience – brought life to each protagonist and their healer. Albeit fictional books by library category, Lindsay McKenna’s writings became one of my many “white rabbits” along the proverbial hole of my wonderland… the quest to be a catalyst for change… for healing.
I never had much of a chance in engaging in volunteer work during my undergrad years except for school-related activities. In my previous working years, it was only limited to employee relations and information dissemination. So when the invitation from one of my former professors (through one of my colleagues) to conduct a Psychosocial debriefing to the children who were victims of the latest incident in Paquibato district, I immediately confirmed my attendance for the said activity. Although quite unfamiliar with what to do, I was eager to give my time for it. Thankfully, most of my fellow counselors were coming along thus becoming a team effort in our office. (Refer here for the article about the Paquibato district incident).
We were scheduled to go onsite Sunday, September 9, 2012. A briefing was conducted for the volunteers a day before to prepare necessary items and tasks to be at our optimum level of service regardless of the little time we were given. Thankfully, we were all able to contribute in the preparation and made swift with the last minute add-ons.
The road to Paquibato was a relatively long one. With our escorts opting to take the longer-and-out-of-the-way route rather than the closer-to-the-city-limits route, the journey took us to an opportunity to take in the surroundings and soak up on deep stories coated with humor that can only be labeled as military in nature. It was such a privilege to be in the presence of those who put their lives on the line for the safety of others.
Upon arriving to the site, seeing the locals carefully watching us was quite daunting. But nevertheless, the palpable eagerness of each volunteer to be of service was a reassuring atmosphere around us.
Most volunteers went off to the nearby school to start preparing for the rooms to be used by each volunteers team. But due to the start of the Thanksgiving mass, we had to delay a bit on our activities.
It was way past noon when the mass ended. So our group decided to return to our meeting site and have our lunch first (since most of the residents had to take their lunch as well) and move our activity from the school back to the covered court. As a sign of communion with our military escorts, we were treated to an authentic boodle fight.
Ahh… I remember my high school days as a PMT officer. 🙂
Our activity started with a short program to gather all the children within the vicinity. And as the Ms. Pure Energy that she is, my Grade Level Head rocked the house down with her come-here-children sunny disposition.
We then proceeded to breaking down the children in groups based on their age and began talking to each one. Afterwhich, a basic play therapy activity was utilized in exploring more of their subconscious but enabling the children to have fun in the process.
Regardless of the delay and the length of time given to us, we were all able to gather preliminary data in order to be of more service to the locals. Before leaving and a promise to come back, my GLH made it possible to become ingratiated into the hearts of the children and the Hukbong Katihan ng Pilipinas.
Most of the victims are still recuperating in the hospitals. Hopefully when we go back a closer encounter to be a helping hand and a listening ear would be strengthened.
- Veterans With PTSD Need Better Access To Care And Monitoring Of Treatments (medicalnewstoday.com)
- Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (iaoptsdblog.com)
- Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: When It’s Real, It’s Real (blogs.lawyers.com)
About d@rk_@ngel_kn!ghtA traveler at heart, a bystander by nature. On good hair days, I look like a cobra with my hair serving as my "hood". On other days, I'm better off left alone. Genuine, sweet, thoughtful, and simple.
Posted on September 10, 2012, in A Blog A Day/Week, Helping Hands and tagged grenade bombing, helping hand, listening ear, Paquibato, postaday, postaday2012, postaweek, postaweek2012, Posttraumatic Stress Disorder, psychosocial debriefing, volunteer, Volunteering. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.