Susan Silk is a Detroit-area psychologist in private practice. But for years, she has had another life as well. As Michigan coordinator of the American Psychological Assn.'s Disaster Response Network, she has volunteered with the Red Cross to provide crisis counseling after disasters throughout the United States and its territories. She was dispatched to Oklahoma City in the aftermath of the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building, to Washington after 9/11, to Blacksburg, Va., after the Virginia Tech shootings, to New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina and to many other places. In the aftermath of the Haiti earthquake, she traveled to Port-au-Prince to work with ACTS World Relief, a Christian disaster-response organization. During her 10 days in Haiti, she sent e-mails to her family back home. What follows has been excerpted from those communications.
Haiti, after 'the event'
DISPATCHES / One in an occasional series of correspondence
from afar
DISPATCHES / One in an occasional series of correspondence from afar
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Sent: Thursday, Feb. 18, 2010, 1:04 p.m.
Subject: Haiti day 1
Today I'm just working on helping out and fitting in.
So far so good. I haven't made any babies cry, and I've made friends with the camp cat. I counseled a domestic violence survivor (through a translator) and bagged 10,000 Rolaids for distribution. Our camp/clinic is across from a Seventh-day Adventist hospital that has no signs of earthquake damage, but is crumbling from age and neglect.
Behind and beside the building are tents and tents and tents with no space in between.
The Haitians are beautiful and welcoming. And maybe there is something to this Christian thing. These people walk the walk. No evidence of ego yet . . . but it's early.
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Sent: Friday, Feb. 19, 2010, 12:25 p.m.
Subject: Haiti day 2
All the Haitian people who come in to the clinic have some variation of PTSD Not the crying kind. The headaches, stomach ache, flashback, nightmare kind.
Any minute now I'll have to stop typing to get on the truck that's doing the rounds of Port-au-Prince. I'm looking forward to seeing sights outside of the clinic.
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Sent: Saturday, Feb. 20, 2010, 4:46 p.m.
Subject: Haiti day 3
I think you know that yesterday afternoon I hitched a ride on the big truck into town.
It gave me a chance to see the city in daylight.
Most of the people looked like they don't get enough to eat.
Every fourth building was a total pile of rubble.
And of course no one wants to stay in the buildings, so every available open space is filled with tents made out of cloth, plastic cardboard or tin.
I don't even want to think about where people defecate.
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Sent: Monday, Feb. 22, 2010, 9:00 p.m.
Subject: Haiti day 5
Our clinic saw 900 patients today. The clinic was started about eight years ago by Dr. Eddy Delaleu. The patients we are seeing come in with chronic issues -- not really earthquake injuries. But the chronic ailments have been intensified by the stress of the earthquake.
The people of Haiti refer to the earthquake as "the event." Patients are remarkably grateful for the little that I'm able to do for them.
I talked to Dr. Eddy about creating a radio public-service announcement about PTSD. I thought he blew me off, but later he asked me if I was working on it and told me to bring him something. So I will see what I can come up with.
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Sent: Tuesday, Feb. 23, 2010, 11:55 a.m.
Subject: Haiti day 6
Mary, the doctor in charge, made a change in clinic protocol today: kids in the morning, adults in the afternoon. She's afraid that babies will die of dehydration waiting all day in the sun. Yesterday we had a lot of listless, lethargic babies. Here, a squalling baby is actually a good thing.
I can't remember if I told you about our 89-year-old dentist. He requested a couple of chairs and put them under a tree in the courtyard. He stands there pulling teeth all day long.
He retired from private practice in the '70s to become a full-time medical missionary. He's been everywhere.
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Sent: Tuesday, Feb. 23, 2010, 7:10 p.m.
Subject: Haiti day 6 continued
Today was a busy day.
But let's just say my translator and I were not on the same page. He was a sweet guy, and his English is way better than my Creole, but I'm not sure that you could call what we did therapy, although maybe it was therapeutic.
The patients were amazingly tolerant of the process. We tried to determine what their issues were -- as if grinding poverty, no job, no money and no place to live weren't enough.
People presented with the usual headaches, stomach aches, memory loss, dizziness.
But what can you say to a man who starts sobbing as he tells you that his wife, the mother of their 4-year-old and 11-year-old sons, died in the earthquake?
Surprisingly, he's the only one I have seen cry.
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Sent: Wednesday, Feb. 24, 2010, 2:48 p.m.
Subject: Haiti day 7
