I am so impacted by the work I did and the non- support I had had as a worker there.
Only was into the work of saving lives for 2 1/2 years in a foreign culture and still suffering from it over 10 years later. I saw handicapped children tied to chairs the whole day without trousers on, half starving babies, cuffed and beaten teenager boy,...
I like to write more but would help to know if there is anyone out there who can understand the nature of this kind of work.
Not only what I saw while helping children survive and come to live as human beings was overwhelming, but the worse part was when I set a boundarie (e.g. we do this project for one year only, I am not available 24 hours, .... I was not taking serious- my husband pushed on, my team was selfabsorbed with their rescuing, and our organization leader did not have any clue about personell care, didn't show up when he was needed.....)
What a mess!
We live in better circumstances after moving 5 big times since then, but I am still afraid my life will be taken over (for example by my husbands work- we worked together in what I described above)
The difference between him and me was that everybody wanted and needed his skills, mine were ignored a lot. He blossomed, I struggled more and more every day.
And I even communicated what i need to live there. And i looked for ways to find it.
I did everything I could, but I left burned and broken.