Hi, all. For those who are newer here and don't know my history, I grew up in a war zone overseas as a missionary kid and got PTSD there. Back in the USA, I became a hospital chaplain from my own PTSD recovery, working in an ER with trauma patients in Chicago. I got kidney disease and moved from hospital work to teaching nursing students.
One of the courses I teach a lot is about the nursing care of terminal patients. One of our textbooks is On Death and Dying by Elisabeth Kubler Ross, the book that gave us the 5 stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance). She is the doctor who founded hospice and terminal patient care, and she did it because when she was college age she was a volunteer in one of the Nazi death camps after World War II and the Holocaust.
That's why once a semester I take students on a day long field trip to the Holocaust Museum. It's impossible for me or for any teacher to describe the Holocaust in a classroom lecture, even using Youtube or movies. So I take them to the Museum.
When I was growing up as a missionary kid overseas, it turned out that my next door neighbor there was a Holocaust survivor. She was a Jewish lady who told me about it while showing me the tattoo on her arm the Nazis put there when she was in the concentration camp as a teenager. What was sad was that our South American country had turned into a dictatorship like the Nazis had, too, so she had jumped from the frying pan into the fire in escaping there from Europe.
I was picked up by soldiers from that dictatorship's military on my own street in South America and made to kneel in front of the patrol while the officer leading it tried to execute me with his pistol. The pistol jammed twice, and he got impatient and didn't reach for a gun from one of his soldiers, so I miraculously survived meeting him that day. It gave me PTSD, though.
It's a heavy trip to undertake for me, thn, what with my PTSD and all, so I'm asking for your support as I go. I hope I can take care of myself and be a good teacher to others at the same time.
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