I’m guessing that some of you feel the same way. Some of the recent comments of a powerful political leader glorifying sexual assault have been hard for me to shake over the last couple of weeks. Continue reading
In 2015, Myanmar was ranked the world’s most charitable nation by the World Giving Index. For those who live here, this isn’t necessarily surprising. When major flooding hit during the monsoon season last year, the community mobilized immediately. Students organized volunteer efforts, donation groups patrolled the streets soliciting donations from cars and pedestrians, and trainers at my gym interrupted my lat pull-downs to show off pictures of the rice they’d delivered to affected villages. Continue reading
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I have had several unsatisfying experiences trying to explain what mental health services look like in Myanmar. To those looking from the outside in, I’m sure that the technical language and the inexhaustible acronyms tend to suck the humanity out of the concept. It is easy to trip on the language of PFA, GBV, UNHCR, IPV, WHO, MSM, PLHA, IDU, IDPs, and CSWs, when really the idea is to shed light on the people, to raise the collective awareness about the people hearing other people. Down to the core it is about the healing and transformation of humans; the process of regaining some part of lost humanness.
There are feathers in my toilet. Have you ever discovered something simple that made you rethink every decision you’ve ever made. I flushed the toilet; new feathers and water replaced the old feathers and water. I turned on my shower. Please, no. . . feathers coming out of my shower. This can mean only one thing. A bird somehow, some-way made my rooftop water tank its final nesting place. [Emergency Recall]: Flashbacks of washing my hands, taking a shower, cleaning out my coffee cup, and NO! NO! you did not rinse your toothbrush off with that dead bird water.
– Judith Herman
Deep down south there is a place crammed into a constriction between steep dirt hills and a sweaty ocean. So much water hangs in the air that mold grows on shirts, walls, blankets, comp Continue reading