From Trauma to Transformation(トラウマから変革へ)
Trauma takes many forms. Some people bury it in the deepest depths of their mind that they do not even realize that it has changed their behavior. Others, like me, continue to relive it in certain circumstances. In the Philippines, research shows that physical violence in four out of five young adults’ childhood has affected their current mental state (Sarmiento & Rudolf, 2016). At the tender age of eight, I was no stranger to it for it came to me without warning. This is how the story goes.
Trauma’s Visit(トラウマ襲来)
During the second grade of elementary school, I was known to be the most quiet and the most behaved pupil. I have had a lot of anxiety and fears, and I kept to myself. Socializing with kids my age was difficult. Despite being extremely shy though, I was able to keep my grades high. The year before, I was even fifth in class.
As Christmas approached, everyone was in their high spirits. Every classroom starts decorating and teachers love to compete with each other to see who has the best room decoration.
As a shy kid with excellent marks, I looked up to every teacher I had. However, my second-grade teacher was different. She was an absolute beast because she was formidable. I was not worried though; I was a well-behaved kid. That late November week, she started informing the class to bring their lanterns so she could start pinning them on the ceiling and walls. Wanting to impress, I urged my mother to bring out of the storage my lantern from last year because I wanted to be the first one to submit. My mom, who is also a force to be reckoned with, was angry that I was annoying her for it when it was not even December yet.
A week later, I brought the tiny lantern to class. However, seeing that my lantern was small, my teacher told me to just submit it again next week because, I guessed, she did not want it to be the first lantern she would display. I was afraid how my mom would react if she found out I did not submit it when I annoyed her terribly, so I kept it in my bag for some time. My bag was spacious anyway.
The following week, the class valedictorian submitted her lantern, which was also early. The teacher accepted it and displayed it prominently. Seeing this, I finally offered mine again. She took it, but tucked it away in a tight drawer, unlike the valedictorian's lantern displayed near her desk.
Some time later, when it was finally time to start decorating, she started checking the lanterns. Earlier that day, she was already furious because the other boys were misbehaving. Holding my lantern high, her voice sharp, she demanded to know whose it belonged to. She complained about how crumpled it was and waited a few minutes for a response. I was too scared to admit it. My classmates knew. Slowly, I could see their eyes shifting towards me, and I was sitting in the middle of the class. It felt like a movie, but not a romantic scene. Instead, it was the climax, where all problems collide. I finally stood up, while on the verge of tears, shaking.
To this day, I vividly remember every detail that brought me fear, humiliation, and confusion. She threw the lantern to my face in front of everybody while yelling her complaints. Unable to speak due to overwhelming emotions, I hurriedly left the class when the bell rang. My classmates comforted me, even my teacher’s niece. My sobs continued until my siblings arrived, completely unaware of the incident.
The Aftermath(その余波)
That night, I did not dare to eat. I did not want to go to school anymore. What happened was just embarrassing. However, my mom insisted that I should be brave. The following day, my mom requested an audience with the teacher and the school principal. They wanted me there but I did not want to. Finally, they somehow convinced me to go.
Looking back at it now, I think the way they resolved the issue was worse than the class humiliation. The principal gave me the choice to either transfer schools or class sections. I could never understand why. I was in the “best” class section in the “best” school in town. Why should I be the one to transfer and not the teacher? Perhaps it was too late in the school year to change the teacher, and I was disposable. Being as innocent as I was, I chose to stay. I endured a few months in her class without even raising a hand to answer questions. I do not even know how I survived the rest of that year. When that school year ended, I was even more shy than I was when the year started. I was now in the fourteenth position in the list of honor students.
From Paralyzed to Empowered(麻痺した状態からの復活)
For years, I had been seeing authority figures, kind or not, through a lens of fear. I never landed fifth in class again - not even top ten. Even as a teenager, my hands would shake whenever I was asked to do class reporting. According to the Save the Children Organization, corporal punishment in the country was not banned until the early 2000s. Teachers were still in the transition period from hitting students whenever they misbehaved. Nevertheless, what my teacher inflicted was not just punishment, it was trauma.
Interestingly enough, I decided to pursue a teaching career. My only motivation was not to become the tormentor I had in second grade. I wanted to be the teacher that my students could trust instead of fear. That is how trauma shaped me. I endured years of fear: the fear of public speaking and fear of people with authority or the elderly.
The World Health Organization states that trauma can indeed be overcome. They offer support such as psychological first aid, stress management, and assistance with positive coping methods and social skills. My own path to healing involved confronting my fears head-on.
Today, I am now proud to say that I am quite confident to speak on a podium - a little bit of trembling, but I am braver than my younger self. The lantern incident may remain a memory, however, it is no longer a memory I fear but a reminder to thrive upon because, this time, I choose to be brave.
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