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What has made you laugh or cry unexpectedly (or both) Explain your answers the situation, why, when and where?
I am a highly sensitive and emotional person so it is easy for me to laugh and cry, I am generally in a good mood except when I am under pressure or the stress of everyday life, in those cases I am usually very even-tempered, I do a lot of self-observation to focus on what I have to solve, trying to keep myself in harmony.
What I am about to relate just happened to me a few days ago, something that because it was transcendental for me I expressed in a post and that I will describe here in a rough way to put it in context, leaving in this publication the outcome of that experience that led me to fluctuate between a mixture of emotions that I had not felt for a long time.
As a teacher in a state school I have the joy of sharing my day to day life with boys and girls of different ages and who better than them to make us smile and sometimes cry or get angry, after their behaviors or stories of vulnerability?
During the past week a girl that I appreciate very much confessed to me a stage of her life that had a great impact on me, I have seen her grow and see her progress and development, and that is of great satisfaction for me. She has been very consistent in my plastic expression classes, I perceive that she enjoys it very much, being disciplined, creative and very affectionate with me.
On Tuesday there was a heavy rain that prevented the regular number of students to come to school and that day I was supposed to teach the 4th grade to which the girl belongs, despite the rain she and five other classmates attended school and received her class with me. When everything had been withdrawn she asked me permission to go to the bathroom, permission was granted and when she came back to the classroom to get her belongings she confessed to me that she is in the developmental stage and all the symptoms she is beginning to experience, for me it was a pleasant surprise to know it and that she confessed it to me was an honor.
After her expression, my joy was enlivened knowing about her evolution and development, I immediately thought of my beloved niece who is also the same age as her and is in the process of growing and experiencing new sensations in her little body. Well the conversation did not stop there, she very spontaneously began to talk about the symptoms she has been feeling in her process, giving me information that caused me little by little a lot of concern.
Then I began to ask her questions very carefully about her intimate zone, and like an open book she expressed herself and told me about an attempted rape she had when she was 7 years old. According to her emphatic account, the aggressor did not manage to do anything else to her and she told me that nobody knew about that episode and that it belonged to the past, however, I believe that the mere fact of telling me about it was a scream in the silence that tormented her.
There I experienced a lot of anger and sadness, controlling my crying, I continued to listen to her so that she would feel supported and confident, I suggested that she should share this secret with her parents so that they would protect her even more, since the aggressor is part of their bond. She was a little reluctant and expressed to me with anguish: "Teacher, I can't tell them, they won't believe me, they will scold me, they will blame me! In view of her answers, I suggested if she wanted me to accompany her at the moment of confession and she emphatically said NO.
I was very distressed and felt responsible for being the recipient of that intimacy, wanting to protect her, but if she did not step forward I could not move forward... after expressing to her what I believed would happen to her if she continued to hide it since the aggressor is part of their bond, she silently took courage and told me that she would talk to her parents, which was a great encouragement to me.
That day we said goodbye to each other with her feelings and I wished she could have the courage to confess it to her parents. The next day when she arrived at school the first thing she did was to look for me and tell me that she wanted to talk to me, I agreed to listen to her and in general she told me that she had the courage to tell only her father who at first was sensitive and a little upset because she had not told him at the time of the event, the girl gave him her reasons and the father hugged her and apologized for being so severe sometimes and asked her not to hide anything from him again.
The father was also impressed to learn that the girl had confessed it to her art teacher first and not to him, according to her exact words she told him: the art teacher gives me a lot of confidence and affection and that's why I wanted to tell her!...
It was then when I felt happy for her where Laughing and crying were two expressions that invaded me and much more when she tells me: Teacher thank you for listening to me and giving me strength to tell my dad! When I asked her how she felt about that brave step she commented: I feel good and relaxed now I will be more confident because I told my dad who is my protective shield!.
By God, the expression of that little girl of only 9 years old moved me as much as at this moment that I am writing, laughing and crying for the joy received. After this whirlwind of emotions, she and I said goodbye with a warm embrace, leaving me in a state of absolute calm because I know that from that moment on she will be better cared for under the loving gaze of her protective shield.
