{"id":2753,"date":"2018-03-09T09:00:09","date_gmt":"2018-03-09T09:00:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/translatingpain\/?p=2753"},"modified":"2018-03-09T09:00:09","modified_gmt":"2018-03-09T09:00:09","slug":"sharing-vulnerability-through-our-stories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.lancs.ac.uk\/a-bel-abroad\/sharing-vulnerability-through-our-stories\/","title":{"rendered":"‘SHARING VULNERABILITY THROUGH OUR STORIES’, by Katarina Juvancic"},"content":{"rendered":"

I went to see occupational therapist today, as I am having troubles with my daily chores.
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\n She asked some challenging stuff and burst into tears when I talked about my medical past. Then she told me her most intimate and painful story. I held her hand and we shared a beautiful moment of vulnerability together. Two women who have never met before and should conduct the conversation in a strictly professional, clinical manner, holding hands and crying. \u2028I told her how precious it feels to be able to share our stories, to treat each other’s broken pieces with understanding, respect and dignity.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u2028Then she put some bandages on my hands and taught me how to stand, how to sit and how to bend. She welcomed me softly into my new reality where little mundane things carry huge meanings. Today I feel I\u2019ve finally put my life vest on.<\/span><\/p>\n

– by\u00a0Katarina Juvancic<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Website<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Slovenia<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I went to see occupational therapist today, as I am having troubles with my daily chores. She asked some challenging stuff and burst into tears when I talked about my medical past. Then she told me her most intimate and painful story. 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