Shalimar
SF VIP
- Location
- Vancouver Island Canada
Once I realised that Canada was welcoming families of Syrian refugees, I volunteered to work with some of those suffering PTSD as a result of their various harrowing experiences. I knew my work would primarily with
women and children, thus avoiding any difficulties re any religious or cultural taboos around non related men treating women and female children. Also, I am small, less threatening to those who have been physically or sexually abused. I have spent considerable
time socialising with the people who agreed to be my clients, before entering into any clinical aspect of our relationship. Still, my first day was difficult, dealing with the adult's painful rendering of some of the hell they
had endured was challenging, but the children's stories broke my heart. I felt my professional detachment wavering, and dug deep in order to maintain my composure. I know I can do this, but I ask for prayers,
positive energy, whatever anyone can spare, to help me be strong, loving, and calm, for these strong but damaged souls under my slightly battered wing. I am so grateful to live in a part of the world that, with all it's
flaws, can offer some safety and comfort to the displaced and oppressed innocents. Most touching moment came when a young woman kissed my hands because I was the first non family member who wept with her
over the loss of three of her tiny children. I find the people I have met to be warm, expressive, accustomed to forming a relationship of trust before anything professional or clinical, inclined to affix dr. In front of my name (eek!) and prone to assurances that they will be indebted to me for the rest of their lives for any help I give their loved ones.
women and children, thus avoiding any difficulties re any religious or cultural taboos around non related men treating women and female children. Also, I am small, less threatening to those who have been physically or sexually abused. I have spent considerable
time socialising with the people who agreed to be my clients, before entering into any clinical aspect of our relationship. Still, my first day was difficult, dealing with the adult's painful rendering of some of the hell they
had endured was challenging, but the children's stories broke my heart. I felt my professional detachment wavering, and dug deep in order to maintain my composure. I know I can do this, but I ask for prayers,
positive energy, whatever anyone can spare, to help me be strong, loving, and calm, for these strong but damaged souls under my slightly battered wing. I am so grateful to live in a part of the world that, with all it's
flaws, can offer some safety and comfort to the displaced and oppressed innocents. Most touching moment came when a young woman kissed my hands because I was the first non family member who wept with her
over the loss of three of her tiny children. I find the people I have met to be warm, expressive, accustomed to forming a relationship of trust before anything professional or clinical, inclined to affix dr. In front of my name (eek!) and prone to assurances that they will be indebted to me for the rest of their lives for any help I give their loved ones.
