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Note: Dr. Jose Ignacio Herro has worked for many years with situation survivors Traumatic. His main patients suffer from: physical and mental violence, assault, Robbery, kidnapping, death of relatives, and natural disasters. Regarding his work with natural disaster survivors, Dr. Herro is the founder and president of Mexican Association of Emergency Therapy. This association is an association Private, which includes mental health workers trained in prevention and treatment Of traumatic distress. Trauma Treatment Team, led by Dr. Herrro, Volunteers in private time and professionalism to care for disaster survivors in Mexico, And in Central and South America. His team also trains emergency workers and workers at the scene of disasters to detect and prevent congestion Emotional, and continue to provide support services to casualties after the team leaves.
Portfolio – Before and After TAT Treatment
Dear Eliezer and Chava Shalom,
My name is N.., soon to graduate from the TAT course, married and mother of five sweet children. Professionally, I am a nurse and will soon begin a basic midwife course.
I wanted to thank you for teaching me TAT. The treatments helped me and changed my life greatly for the better. Before I begin writing my paper, I would like to present to you two letters I wrote. One letter before I knew the TAT method and before I worked on my traumas. And a second letter after I learned and worked on myself and others using the TAT method.
Pleasant reading.
Before I Started TAT Treatment
Kfar Shaul Psychiatric Hospital (I was there for training when I was a nursing student)
I heard a beep, the door opened, and then the second door too. I entered behind the other students, one of them was holding my shirt from behind. “Hello!” I said in a voice with a smile on my face, trying to appear happy and calm. I looked around and saw souls, wandering back and forth in measured walks toward no where, talking to themselves, making strange movements. And the truth is, I wasn’t afraid – unfortunately, I felt right at home.
Ten years back, my parents’ house. I saw you, screaming again, hitting your head against the wall, hitting everyone and kicking. I saw my mother ashamed that you were again pulling the neighbor Ruth’s hair, and my father trying politely to explain to the police, whom the neighbors called every Monday and Thursday, that the screaming noise wasn’t from family violence, and the thefts that occurred last week were done by a small child, captive inside a huge cage of voices, threatening experiences, and endless madness.
“Welcome!” I woke up – it was a pleasant and sensitive voice. For a moment I thought it was one of the staff members, until I saw his dirty clothes, saliva dripping from his mouth, and dragging, slow walk from all the sedatives – he looked like he was about to fall.
And again I remembered you, my little brother, how one day I asked you to help me with a certain task, even though I knew that most likely you would refuse forcefully. To my surprise, you agreed to help me. Even though you did it quite poorly, I thanked you from the bottom of my heart, and then you said “with pleasure” – in a sensitive and uncharacteristic voice. I raised my eyes and looked into your black eyes, full of lust, madness and greed, and I saw for just a second, a spark of light. I saw a soul, inside a cage, begging to get out – a cage of screams, shouts, beatings, violence, cruelty. I felt helpless, I so wanted to help, but the gate is locked and there is no key. And so life continued, crazy life, every day like an eternity of suffering and torment for you and everyone around you. I felt responsible – I’m your big sister, why can’t I help? Why don’t I succeed? It was so hard for me to see my mother and father broken and bruised, my sister with anxiety attacks until fainting, and my little brothers walking between your legs and trying to escape harm. And all my life I searched and investigated and hoped and prayed, like for the Messiah – that he would come every day, after that key that would open this cage and maybe we would see redemption, maybe we would see a soul. And that day came, the terrible day in my life. Cancer, a terrible disease of the body took hold of you and ate you from the inside. Every day that passed, you shrank, and the chemotherapy and treatments left you without strength to scream and rage, to hit and explode. You so wanted to live, to go traveling, to study – you received a gift – meaning. And we all thought this was it, the treatments would help and behold, you would recover from everything, from body and soul.
Saturday, 2:30 AM, intensive care, Rambam Hospital. We’re all waiting, I read Psalms, praying that you would win, you fighter! You won so much in life! You overcame fear, pain, lust, madness, exile and loneliness – you overcame them all! And then the doctor came in – “I’m sorry,” he didn’t need to say another word. The disease defeated David.
And I screamed how? How? King David!! I felt broken, I failed. Your pure soul was finally free, rose in a storm to heaven on the holy Sabbath.
My little brother, what did you leave me? Nothing except one key! A zero key that opens all doors. The key of meaning.
My dear brother, I want to take this key and help – myself, my family and everyone around me, to find meaning, meaning for life that will give strength to continue and overcome all obstacles. Meaning that for its sake it would be worthwhile to split the sea, break through the wall, discover a soul.
And here too, my brother, I am with the key in my hand, I know there are doors that shouldn’t be opened, but wherever possible and allowed, I promise, I will do everything in my power to help win the war, the war of the soul.
After I Underwent and Learned TAT Treatment
I arrived at my parents’ house, the door opens, I enter, behind all my excited children. “Grandma!!” they call.
My father comes, smiling, with shopping bags, places them on the table. My brother is at the computer, and the rest of my little brothers are excited around me.
And everyone has light in their faces, warm and pleasant light, light of excitement, light of joy.
Now I know, there is balm, there is healing. Thank you God for giving me TAT. I’m no longer at war, and no longer need a key – the door is open, straight to the soul.