The thing that breaks you into little pieces while working with the disabled children of Romania is the trust in their eyes as they look into your face. Even the kids who were unutterably abused & have no reason to trust...if you hold them gently & speak in a soft voice, they do trust.
Most of them do, anyway.
This little boy, IO, cringes when touched, when spoken to, when picked up. Despite his many developmental & medical problems, this reaction doesn't seem clinical. It seems like a cry: "Something so bad happened to me that I want out of the human race." His best & only comfort is himself...his thumb, his repetitive rocking in his crib. Will he ever come out? Does anyone know? Whether he does or not, he still eats your heart with a little, tiny spoon.
-- la reverdere
Most of them do, anyway.
This little boy, IO, cringes when touched, when spoken to, when picked up. Despite his many developmental & medical problems, this reaction doesn't seem clinical. It seems like a cry: "Something so bad happened to me that I want out of the human race." His best & only comfort is himself...his thumb, his repetitive rocking in his crib. Will he ever come out? Does anyone know? Whether he does or not, he still eats your heart with a little, tiny spoon.
-- la reverdere
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