Showing posts with label sensory exposure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sensory exposure. Show all posts
Sunday, May 30, 2010

Murder-Suicide at NC Target


Guadalupe Rosas, 59, was working at her register in an Apex, North Carolina Target store this morning when a man she had once been involved with walked in and shot and killed her.  When police arrived and confronted him, he shot and killed himself.  About 150 people were in the store at the time of the incident. The Target corporation issued a statement this evening and said that the store would be closed tomorrow "so that we can focus on taking care of our team." 

Certainly there is plenty of work for counselors to do in this incident.  Aside from the obvious fact that this is a violent death, it is the death of someone at work.  While Ms. Rosas may not have been a public safety professional in the line of duty, she was nonetheless part of a team that worked together, and she, unlike her colleagues, did not survive her shift.  This will make for a more complicated set of reactions in her coworkers, from wondering if "it could have been me" to anger that she put everyone at risk to guilt that they even entertained such a thought.

In addition, there are 150 people from all walks of life who were not sure they were going to survive their shopping trip this morning.  News reports include statements from people who hid in a storage room, a man who was shopping with his young son, people who were smashed up against the doors in the panic, and someone who reported seeing flipflops and sandals strewn in the parking lot where people had run out of their shoes.  Many people ran to a nearby Lowes store where staff tended to those injured in the evacuation and waited under lockdown for police to arrive.  Every one of those Target patrons, as well as those staff and customers at Lowes who helped, potentially will have intrusive sensory images from the incident, whether they find themselves picturing the sandals in the parking lot or the shooter pointing a gun at them.  Many of those people thought they were going to die, and that is a serious risk factor for post-traumatic stress disorder.

Then there are the police officers on the scene.  Everyone is different, of course, and undoubtedly at least some of them will have no regrets that the shooter killed himself.  He was, after all, a "bad guy."  Others, however, will be troubled by the visual image of actually seeing him do it, and by the knowledge that they were right there but powerless to stop him.

This is another one of those times when having multiple different trained crisis teams responding and supporting people could be very beneficial.  Ideally, Target has either its own team or an Employee Assistance Provider with trained CISM providers available.  The police department, we can hope, has its own team with trained cops and mental health professionals and maybe a chaplain.  If we're really lucky, there's also a community response team to support the customers and the folks from Lowes.  Of course, this not being an ideal world, it's entirely possible that Target is sending in a couple of company psychologists with no trauma training at all, the police department will tell its people to "buck up," and no one will do anything for the customers at all.  That happens all the time.  I just hope folks are a little more prepared to recover in Apex.


Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Dying on the Phone: The Georgia Floods


Nine people thus far have died in flooding in Georgia.  That is truly awful, and it certainly has made the news.  These are nine human beings who are not going home to their families.  That is worthy of our attention.  But does it always get it?

If nine people died in a random shooting at a mall, it would be all over the news.  We would be interrupting our regularly scheduled program for round the clock coverage.  If they died in a terrorist bombing in an American city, there would be nothing else in the news.  If they died in a bombing in an Iraqi market, it would be a passing mention. 

I am as guilty of making these distinctions as anyone else.  We care most about things closest to us and most violating of our expectations and world view.  The idea that flooding is dangerous is easier to accept than the idea that shopping in the United States is dangerous.  We already knew that shopping in Iraq was dangerous.  So I, like most of you, greeted the news out of Georgia with a click of my tongue.

Then, however, I read a story about one of the women who drowned.  She was literally on the phone with 911 as the water came into her car, which had been swept away in a flash flood and stuck in some trees.  She was on the phone when she died.  You can read about it online, and you can listen to the 911 call.

Maybe you shouldn't.

First of all, our society usually accepts that someone's death is a private thing, or at least a family thing.  There is a voyeuristic feeling to listening to someone dying, and I'm saddened that the authorities chose to release the call.

Second, 911 dispatchers will tell you that listening to someone in great distress is traumatic.  You know they need your help and you are powerless to help them.  While listening to the tapes after the fact is less distressing because we know how it is going to end and we don't expect that we will help the caller, it is still the witnessing of a traumatic death, just as surely as watching it would be.  None of us need that exposure.  Some of us will truly be disturbed by it.

The 911 call brings this victim out of the expected and into the unexpected.  We know that people die in floods.  We don't like to think about how exactly that happens.  We allow ourselves to think that it's just "one of those things."  But in reality, this week it was nine of those things, each one with its own story and its own traumatic truth.


Friday, September 18, 2009

Sometimes trauma has a Little t


My daughter tells me it wasn't a year ago, it was a year less 11 days, but to me it was exactly a year ago, because it was the day before Rosh Hashanah. My secretary walked right into a meeting in my office -- something she never does -- and told me that my daughter was on her way and had hurt her wrist. I walked into the main portion of the office and peeked out the window at my 10 year-old, whose cries I could already hear. I could see her walking with a friend, her arm poking out of her sweater with her wrist looking curved in all sorts of places that wrists are not supposed to curve. It was obviously broken. She had fallen off the monkey bars on the playground and landed on her arm. As it turned out, her arm was broken in the wrist and above the elbow. She required surgery that night and two days in the hospital, with me sleeping on the couch beside her.

Was this a critical incident? Hard to say. A critical incident is one which has the capacity to overwhelm your usual coping skills. This was certainly more obviously a trauma for my daughter than for me, but at the same time it was more emotionally distressing to me than it was to her. She wasn't scared so much as she was wanting the pain to stop. I was scared for her and coping with the violation of my belief that I could protect my children from harm.

The first clue that this incident overwhelmed my coping skills comes when we compare this incident to one that happened a couple of weeks earlier. Another child came in from the playground having fallen from a swing, his arm also obviously broken. While the office manager called the father, I worked with other staff to carefully immobilize the arm so dad could safely take the child to the hospital. When my own daughter was the victim, however, I simply grabbed my purse and ushered her to the car. I didn't assess the injury, I didn't splint it, and I left my keys on my desk inside. When the ER resident put her x-rays up for me to see I was horrified, both because of how graphic the elbow break was and because it was clear that I should not have driven her myself, and certainly not without immobilizing the injury.

Another hint that this was traumatic for me is the vivid sensory memories it holds. I can play it in my mind like a slideshow: the sight of her wrist . . . the sound of her begging me to touch her fingers in the car because she couldn't feel them . . . the feeling of lifting her into the wheelchair . . . the scene of them cutting off her sweater . . . the sight of the x-rays . . . the sound of her teacher on the phone saying, "if I could have flown across the playground, I would have caught her" . . . the smile on the doctor's face after surgery . . . the taste of the dinner my friend brought me . . . the sight of the "relaxation station" the hospital placed by her bed with gentle lights shining in the darkness.

If you ask my daughter about that day, she talks about it fairly calmly. If you ask me, I shudder visibly. It was worse for her physically, but for me emotionally. It's a good reminder that the people most impacted are not always who you might think, that sometimes trauma isn't Trauma, and also . . . be careful on the monkey bars.

May all the Quarterbackers out there be inscribed for a sweet, healthy, happy and trauma-free New Year.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Tashawnea Hill: Won't Somebody Think of the Children?


Some of the facts are not in dispute. Tashawnea Hill, a 35 year-old army reservist, was taking her 7 year-old daughter to dinner at a Cracker Barrel restaurant in Poulan, Georgia on the evening of September 9. A White man was coming out of the door when Hill, who is African-American, and her daughter were about to go in, and Hill believed that he almost hit her daughter in the face with the door. She exchanged words with the man, and he beat her in full view of her daughter.

The only facts in dispute are what exactly Hill said to the man, whether, as he alleges, she spit on him, and whether, as she alleges, he shouted racial and sexist epithets at her as he beat her. The FBI is investigating this as a hate crime, and the police say that witness statements and surveillance footage indicate the attack was unprovoked.

The man who beat Ms. Hill is charged with misdemeanor battery and disorderly conduct. He is also charged with cruelty to children even though everyone agrees he did not hit the daughter. Let's hear it for Georgia law enforcement for understanding that damage to children doesn't necessarily require physical contact.

The police report described the daughter's reaction in vivid terms. When officers arrived, she was
crying uncontrollably and her body [was] shaking/trembling.

This is a very typical reaction for a child -- and for an adult -- who has witnessed a traumatic incident. In addition to watching her mother be attacked, this girl has to have feared for her own safety. And where does a 7 year-old run when her mother is being beaten? Where does she believe is safe? Probably nowhere.

I've written a lot in this space about the way trauma violates our world view. In this instance, that is doubly the case. While Tasha Hill knew before September 9 that the world can be dangerous, but probably did not operate with that in the front of her mind day in and day out. Her daughter, at 7, was most likely at a stage where she believed her mother was powerful and would keep her safe. Little kids scare more easily than adults, but they also fundamentally think adults can protect them. When this girl saw her mother beaten, she was suddenly and shockingly exposed to the danger her mother was in and the fact that her mother could not keep that danger away from her. That's a big lesson for a little girl.

And of course, that's without dealing with the obvious other ways this incident will affect Ms. Hill's daughter. She not only saw her mother attacked, but she allegedly saw her attacked for being an African-American female. That has to have an impact on a little African-American girls' sense not only of safety but of self esteem and self worth. The bottom line is, if I were she, I'd be shaking too.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Eight Years Out


It was a Tuesday. I don't know why I know it was a Tuesday, but I do. The fact that I do tells you the impact that that day had on me, since the only other days of a year or more ago for which I remember the day of the week are the days each of my children were born and the day I was married. And that last one probably shouldn't count, since Jewish weddings are almost always on a Sunday, at least where I'm from.

It was a Tuesday and the kids were lined up for the bathroom when I heard. And when I talked to my husband on the phone I was sitting in the corner of the office looking at a garbage can. I can still see it in my mind. I can hear my daughter's daycare teacher telling me they were closing, and forgetting to tell me who was calling, first. I can still feel -- not just remember feeling, but actually experience feeling -- the brief terror when I heard an airplane go over my house in the afternoon and realized there were not supposed to be planes in the air, and I ran from the third floor of my house to the first before I realized it was an Air Force jet. I can also see the sign on Rita's Italian Ice saying they were closed for the rest of the day. What I remember perhaps even more vividly is putting my daughter, aged 3 1/2 years, to bed a few weeks later and reassuring her that our house was a safe place, that we were safe, and leaving her room and saying, "OK, now she feels safe. Who's going to make me feel safe?"

Absolutely everyone has at least some memories like this. This was a national, group trauma. And while we all experienced it differently, and certainly some of us experienced it much more directly than others, virtually no one over the age of about 13 doesn't remember it, or doesn't thing it affected them.

Trauma violates our worldview. That day violated the notion that many of us still had that this was a safe country, that we were personally not in danger, and that getting up in the morning and going to work was a reasonably safe activity. It happened in specific cities, but it happened in all of our living rooms, to all of us. That was the intent of it in the first place -- to terrorize. It is small wonder that most of us still can have those sensory memories triggered by something or other.

If you think this analysis is overblown, or overly dramatic -- if you think the effect on us collectively was not that great -- consider this. Nowhere in this post have I mentioned what day I remember so vividly. But you all knew anyway.


Friday, September 4, 2009

The Georgia Murders


Last Saturday morning, a man called 911 in Brunswick, GA, and said that he had returned home to find 7 members of his family dead and two critically injured.  One of the two died on the way to the hospital.  The other is still on life support.  Today, the caller was arrested for the murders.

It's hard to imagine something more horrific than this.  It's difficult to imagine what brings a person to this level of violence, particularly against their own family.  It's also hard to imagine how Diane Isenhower, whose ex-husband, four children, ex-brother-in-law and ex-sister-in-law, as well as her daughter's boyfriend, were all murdered and whose grandchild is in critical condition, moves on from something like this.  Now her ex-husband's nephew is under arrest.  That hardly makes things less complicated.

What particularly caught my attention in the coverage were a couple of comments that various people made about how those affected were coping.  Isenhower's brother-in-law, Clint Rowe, expressed concern about the police officers:
They're the ones who walked in on that, so you know it wears on the police as well.
I think it's remarkable that a member of this family would think of the police at this moment.  It's not that, when you think about it, it's particularly surprising that police officers would be affected by working on a case like this, particularly if they were on scene when the bodies were first found.  It's just remarkable that anyone from the family would think of it, given what they themselves are going through.

The Police Chief also commented on the burden of what the police are going through right now.  Chief Matt Doering responded to some criticism that police have not released much information about the case, and said that releasing more information will not stop people from being afraid:
We, too, have that same fear. We're the ones that have to get out there and try to make people feel better as best that we can

I felt a personal connection with the Chief when I read this.  As a school administrator, I have several times been in the position of having to keep things confidential in a crisis and under pressure, and to reassure people about safety when I wasn't feeling so safe myself.  People get very upset when they feel they don't have all the information, but often that is more about directing their anxiety and anger towards the nearest available target than it is about anything those in charge have done wrong.

Information does help, but it doesn't change reality and sometimes it just can't be released.  At the end of the day, even with all the information in the world, this community must come to grips with the fact that 8 people were brutally murdered, allegedly by one of their own.  Knowing the intimate facts of the case will not make that much easier.


Sunday, August 23, 2009

Getting Back on the Horse


The L.A. Fitness in Bridgeville, Pennsylvania reopened yesterday, 18 days after a gunman opened fire on a fitness class, killing 3 and injuring 9 more, and then killed himself. Reports say that the room where the shooting occurred is already being used for classes. The floors and mirrors have been completely redone. Apparently it looks pretty nice.

Upon reading about this, I tried to put myself in the shoes of a member of that club. I tried to imagine going back into that club, into that room, knowing what had happened there. And honestly, I'm not sure I could, not after just 18 days. But at the same time, I know that I go into rooms where tragedy has occurred all the time. As tourists, we often go to see the place where someone famous was assassinated or something terrible happened. My own daughter, who was visiting relatives in Washington, D.C. this week, took a tour of the Ford Theater, where Lincoln was shot.

How can we reconcile the idea that it would be hard to return to a space where someone was killed with the fact that we seek them out without a second thought? Two factors come into play: time and emotional distance. There is no doubt in my mind that it would be easier for me to go to that L.A. Fitness than it would for someone who was injured in the shooting. It's probably easier for me than for someone who is a member but wasn't there that night. I have a cognitive association, but I don't have any sensory connection to that space. When I open up the file drawer on that space in my memory, I have newspaper stories and web photos, but I don't have any visceral associations. What's more, I have no doubt that as time passes that space will become less "loaded" for those who were there.

That having been said, there are probably victims who will never set foot in that building again. When the shooting started, their brains flooded with chemicals that heightened their senses and their memory, a throwback to our days in the wild when it was very important to be able to remember everything that was associated with a danger so you could avoid another one. The sight of that space may well be a trigger for them or, alternately, they may find it distressing that the room doesn't look the same. Over time they may feel better about going there, but maybe not.

The earliest studies on post traumatic stress (which is not necessarily post traumatic stress disorder, remember) were done on soldiers in World War I. They found that if soldiers were removed from the front lines and sent to a hospital for treatment, they were much less likely to return to the line than those who had intervention off the front line but still in the field. Once you leave the place where a trauma occurred, it is that much harder to go back.

That's why, to the maximum extent possible, we always tell people not to send their staff home after a trauma until there has been some opportunity to give them information about critical incident stress and self-care. When they leave when things are still in a state of chaos, that is what they viscerally believe will be there to greet them when they return. When they leave after help has arrived -- help for them-- it's easier to believe that things may be manageable if they come back.

The space where a tragedy occurred holds power, sometimes forever. There was a car accident that killed both parents and a son half a mile from my house four years ago, and I think about it every single time I drive through that intersection. But holding power doesn't mean that power has to be absolute. Healing holds power, too.


Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Trauma Witness and Witness for the Prosecution

The preliminary hearing for the man accused of murdering Dr. George Tiller was held today. He was bound over for trial, to no one's surprise. The CNN coverage of the hearing quotes extensively from the testimony of two ushers who were at the Wichita, KS church where Tiller was also ushering when he was shot on May 31. Some language from their testimony stood out to me.

Gary Haup, who was standing with Tiller when he was shot, described what happened and then said that what he heard was a "pop."

Keith Martin, another usher, said that he heard a loud noise and saw Tiller on the floor. He said he recognized the man who shot him, but couldn't remember when. He also said that the man
had a horrible smell about him. ... It wasn't just somebody at the gym smell. It was something more, an ammonia-type smell.
He testified that the shooter threatened him as he chased him, and that he could see "straight down the barrel" of the man's gun.

These statements caught my eye because they are really vivid. Haup didn't hear "something" he heard a pop. The suspect didn't smell "bad" he had a very specific, unusual odor. And he didn't just see the gun, he "stared right down the barrel."

There are two things going on here. The first is that the prosecutor has almost certainly told these men to be as specific as possible with as much detail as they can remember. That's good prep work with witnesses.

The second thing that is going on here is that these witnesses are remembering vivid detail. That is what happens during traumatic events. When our bodies experience the "fight or flight" response with which we are all familiar, our brains flood with a neurotransmitter responsible for memory. All of our sensory exposure from that instant on is much more likely to be held in memory. We don't just remember what happened, we remember the sensory details. If you've ever been driving along and suddenly had to slam on the brakes because the car in front of you stopped short, you've seen this in action. You can't remember one thing from the second before it happened, but you can remember every little detail right afterward.

From an evolutionary standpoint, this makes sense. Natural selection favored those animals who could react quickly when faced with a threat -- that's how the fight or flight response evolved in the first place. But it also favored those animals who could identify a threat quickly. In order to do that, they had to learn from their experiences what was dangerous and what wasn't, and how best to react. And in order to do that, they had to keep track of everything they saw, smelled, tasted, felt or heard when something bad happened. That way, when it happened again, they could run even sooner.

The bad news for modern humans is that having heightened senses to perceive danger is not actually all that useful in today's society. Unless you are being shot at with some frequency, remembering what a shooter smells like, for example, is not actually going to help you survive. But it is going to set you up for some troublesome associations, without you necessarily knowing it. The next time Mr. Martin smells someone with that odd ammonia odor, his body is going to shift directly into danger mode, even though he will probably not be in danger.

If this has ever happened to you -- being thrown into overdrive by a smell or a sound that you subconsciously associate with a dangerous or stressful situation -- you probably know that it can make you feel completely insane. The good news, however, is that a) it's typical and b) it usually goes away in a few months. You will still have associations with that sensory experience, but they won't be so complete and alarming.

The good news is also that, if you have to, you'll be one heck of a detailed court witness.

(For additional Quarterbacking on Dr. Tiller's Murder, see The Tiller Family's Critical Incident)

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince: A Picture is More Traumatizing Than a Thousand Words


Spoiler Alert: If you haven't read the 6th Harry Potter book or seen the movie and you are planning to, don't read this. It gives away the ending.

This week I took my 11 year old daughter to see "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince," better known in my house as "the 6th movie." To say that she is a Harry Potter fan would be to greatly underestimate her complete immersion in the books and the previous 5 movies. She was an early reader, and I read her the first book in early 1st grade. She read the rest of them herself, including finishing the final book in less than two days (after, of course, staying up with me until midnight and dressing in character to pick up our two copies at the bookstore the day it came out). She has probably read the 6th book the equivalent of 50 times, when you include all the going back and rereading favorite parts in addition to reading the whole thing. She has never been the slightest bit scared of anything she read.

So on Wednesday when we went to the movie on opening day, I was rather surprised by the sounds I heard coming from the chair next to me. She was scared. Not terrified to the point of needing to leave, but really scared. She was whimpering, curling her legs up in her chair, and shaking during the scary parts. But she loved it, and as I write this she's off with her father seeing it again.

Why was the movie so very much more terrifying to her (and to me, by the way) than the book? It's not like she didn't know what was going to happen or how it would end. She's certainly old enough to know that it's fiction. Why was her reaction so extremely different between the movie and the book, or even between this movie and the previous five movies?

I think there are two things going on here. The first has to do with the means of receiving the story. When you read a book with no pictures, it is up to you to "see" the story for yourself. Some people do much more of this than others when they read, but all of us do it to some extent. We imagine what the scene looks like as it is described. Our brains are really pretty good at preventing us from "seeing" things as being particularly frightening. We have an internal censor that just blips past the scariest images. We know they happen in the book, but we don't experience them as intensely because our brains won't let us. When we see a movie, however, we don't have the luxury of toning down the frightening parts. Someone else, not our own brains, has made the images, and they're not adjustable based on how scared we are. In a film, we have the sensory experience of whatever is frightening to us, not just the imagining of it.

The sensory exposure issue ought to be the same for all the movies, however. The scariest parts to every movie are scarier than the scariest parts of the corresponding book. Was this book really that much more scary than the first five? Yes, but not for the reasons you might think. To a true Harry Potter lover, Dumbledore is very real. Yes, my daughter knows he's fictional, but he is a very beloved character. She was genuinely sad when he died in the book. Watching the movie, anticipating that he was going to die, elicited an emotional reaction that didn't exist in any of the previous movies. She was not as attached to Sirius Black, who dies at the end of the fifth book/movie, or Cedric Diggory in the 4th, and all the other ones she knew that "everything comes out all right in the end." That isn't true in this movie. Everything is not all right in the end. It was scary, and in the end it was going to still be scary and sad. Knowing that removed one of her best tools for consoling herself.

I'm not sorry I took her to see this movie. She isn't having nightmares about it or otherwise dwelling upon it and, as I mentioned, she wanted to see it again. I suspect the second time will be a little easier, because she'll have seen it all before. But it does serve as a reminder to all of us that there are things that are better read about or listened to than seen, and when in doubt we should probably be protecting all of us, not just our children, from unnecessary sensory exposure to violence and tragedy.

Friday, June 26, 2009

The Crisis that Isn't: RIP Michael Jackson


The Quarterback is somewhat at a loss for a topic for today because apparently the only thing that happened yesterday is that Michael Jackson died. And while I certainly was sorry to hear that, the death of Michael Jackson is not, in point of fact, a "Critical Incident." This might be a good time to talk about what makes a critical incident, and what doesn't.

A critical incident is an event that overwhelms one's usual coping mechanisms. All of us have a set of skills that help us to deal with stressful situations. And all of us have some point past which we can't deal anymore. That point is when incidents become critical, and it is different for everyone.

Certainly there are some things that we can safely presume will constitute critical incidents for most people. Watching your spouse be murdered, for example, would overwhelm most people's ability to grieve and move on. And certainly there are some things that are generally not critical incidents for most people. For example, the death of an elderly grandparent after a long but not particularly painful illness is sad, but not usually overwhelming.

There are a lot of incidents that lie in the middle. What is intolerable for one person is within the realm of tolerable for another. One person may be seriously traumatized by a shooting in the neighborhood, while another is not, perhaps because it happens more frequently for them. As my frequent readers know, there are some predictors of traumatic stress: believing that you are going to die, sensory exposure to the event, triggering of past events, violation of your worldview and the involvement of children in the event are all predictive, but there are others that can cause trauma and these can all be there and a person still not be traumatized.

The death of Michael Jackson is not, for most people, a critical incident. It is sudden and perhaps shocking, and you may feel that it is sad. But it is within the realm of what most of us can cope with. It won't cause most of us nightmares or loss of appetite or drinking or depression. There may be exceptions, either for his family and close friends, those who were there when he died, or for people who have recent similar losses in their own lives. And if you are traumatized by it, that doesn't make you "wrong" or "crazy," just unusual.

Arguably, the death of Michael Jackson is more likely to be traumatizing than the death, also yesterday, of Farrah Fawcett. Hers was a long time coming, she was older, and she was ill, so it was not as sudden and perhaps not as shocking. But neither are likely to traumatize the general public.

Meanwhile, every family who did experience trauma this week now has an added wrinkle. The families of Neda Soltan and Ed Thomas will now add to their story, "and then Michael Jackson died, and everyone stopped looking at us very suddenly." This may be good and it may be bad. Most likely it will be some of each. But let's not lose sight of what a real critical incident really looks like.
Sunday, June 21, 2009

Neda, We Hardly Knew Ye

As the protests over the elections in Iran head into their second week, and the conflict turned deadly yesterday, a video surfaced on YouTube of a woman named Neda dying in the streets of Tehran.

Suddenly, Neda is the rallying cry of the Internet. The video has spread like wildfire and clearly made an impact on those who have seen it. Comments on YouTube, Facebook and Twitter generally fall into three categories: 1) Is this real? 2) Neda, you didn't die in vain and 3) I think I'm going to be sick.

Why? Why is this video, unlike the other pictures and videos of the situation in Iran, so compelling? And why is it so upsetting, particularly in a culture where acts of violence are all over our mass media? After all, this video doesn't show Neda being beaten or even being shot. When the video starts, she is already lying bloody on the ground. We certainly already knew there was violence in Iran, and we don't (as the people in comment category #1, above, point out) even know if the video is real.

First of all, it is certainly the case that people are more affected by things they can see, touch, hear, smell or taste themselves than by descriptions. That is why an appeal from Michael J. Fox is more effective than a typical ad for Parkinson's research: We saw him before the disease, we see him now, and we understand the difference on a very different level than when we hear about it. Seeing Neda die is different from hearing that she died -- we understand it and feel a connection on a deeper level.

Another important clue to why this video is so powerful comes in the form of category #1 questions. The question, "Is this real?" clues us in to the fact that something like this happening violates our worldview. On some deep level, we believe in a world that is safe. That feeling of safety is level two of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, which the Quarterback discussed yesterday. It is that belief in safety that enables us to function, to move higher on Maslow's pyramid, and to get out of bed in the morning. We live our lives based on what is likely, not what is possible, in terms of danger. This video brings home in a very vivid way what of course we already knew -- that the world is not safe, particularly if you are a protester in Tehran.

This is also why people feel like they're going to throw up when they see this video. It is not just because it is bloody and graphic, although that is part of it. It is because we presume it to be real, and because that reality violates our fundamental beliefs about the world. That is the hallmark of traumatic incidents. They shake our basic understanding of how the world works, and by doing that throw every other understanding we have into doubt.

Many people seeing this video, particularly if it is unlike any real thing they have seen before, feel unsafe on some level. Our appetite vanishes, we have nightmares, we feel sad or anxious or grouchy. We are experiencing secondary trauma. And if we don't, it may be because we did some other time. The Quarterback remembers feeling very shaken by the video of Nicholas Berg being beheaded in Iraq, even though the most graphic portion of the video was edited out.

I do not mean to imply in any way that the death of Neda is unimportant or that people should not be moved by it. But know what you are doing when you watch it, and when you have others watch it. You are traumatizing yourself. You can choose to do that, and maybe you feel you should, but the usual cautions apply -- find someone to talk to about it, not just about the politics of it but about the emotions of it. Take care of yourself. And be prepared to not feel quite right.

And with that caution, if you care to watch the video, here is the link.
Friday, June 19, 2009

FOPs: Friends of Pilots

The Quarterback recently had dinner with someone involved in Critical Incident Stress Management (CISM) for pilots. We were discussing the crash in Buffalo in February that killed 50 people. I commented that I supposed those who work with pilots are mostly working with colleagues who are upset by a loss of their own in situations like that, because obviously they aren't working with the pilots themselves.

My companion said that some of the most intense work they do isn't with pilots who are in incidents or standard "line of duty death" sorts of intervention. He told me about someone who is often the one most affected by the event, someone I had never thought about -- I bet you haven't either.

As you probably know, when a crash is being investigated, they're always looking for the "black boxes" from the plane. On big planes there are two: a flight data recorder, that records what the plane was doing before it crashed, what the instrument readings were, etc., and a cockpit voice recorder, which records what the cockpit crew was saying. When they listen to the voice recorder, they're not just listening to the words, but also for background noises, inflections, and other subtle cues.

The tricky thing about the voice recorder, however, is that there are usually at least two people in the cockpit. Both of them are very stressed, neither of them are enunciating clearly, and their voices may sound very similar. Whoever is transcribing the voice recording and listening for background sounds, etc., needs to be able to distinguish between the two voices.

So who do you get to do that? You get someone who knows both the pilot and the co-pilot well. You get one of their mutual friends, the closest one they have. That person has to listen to a recording of their buddies dying, over and over and over again. That person, already experiencing the traumatic stress of the death of a colleague on the job, must have the added and repeated sensory exposure of the tapes.

Not surprisingly, whoever that is often gets two CISM team members assigned just to them. God bless whoever that was in Buffalo, whoever it will be in Brazil or France, and everyone who has to go through that. And God bless the CISM teams that help them. They sure need it.


N.B. You may note that in the sidebar there's now a place for you to leave suggestions of current events you'd like the Quarterback to blog about. I'm interested in what you're interested in -- let me know!
Thursday, June 11, 2009

Secondary Trauma and the Holocaust Museum Shooting

The Quarterback is looking forward to not having anything to write about in terms of crisis in the news. The Quarterback is also not holding her breath.

When Critical Incident Stress Management (CISM) teams respond to a traumatic event, we often visualize the response in terms of a number of concentric circles. At the center of the circle are the people who were most directly impacted by an event -- the ones who saw it and heard it and experienced it. Each successive circle is a group that was impacted by successively smaller degrees. These might be first responders, people who were evacuated, families, friends, etc. Some events have just a few circles, and some have a ton. The CISM team plans different responses for different groups, based on their exposure to the event and how much impact they are feeling.

Today, the Quarterback takes a look at one of the outermost circles of the shooting yesterday at the museum in Washington, D.C. Yesterday, a man walked into the foyer of the United States Holocaust Museum and opened fire. Security Guard Stephen Tyrone Johns is dead, and the alleged shooter is in critical condition. The suspect is an 88 year old man who is a known white supremacist, anti-semite and conspiracy theorist.

It's not hard to identify the innermost circles: the other guards, the first responders, the patrons who witnessed the shooting, the people who were in the museum, the pedestrians on the street, the families of the guards, the families of the patrons, etc. Out towards the edge of the circle, somewhere between all of these ones and the American public as a whole, lies the American Jewish community. In the interest of full disclosure, I am a member of that community.

You might expect those of us who were not anywhere near Washington yesterday and didn't know anyone on the scene to be just plain angry. And certainly a lot of American Jews are angry and/or sad. But I'd venture a guess that I am not the only one experiencing some mild symptoms of what is known in the trade as "secondary trauma."

Secondary trauma is a term most often used to describe the effect on trauma interventionists and counselors of listening to descriptions of other people's trauma. Not surprisingly, if you listen to enough grisly stories and don't or can't unload the properly, it is going to get to you. In this instance, the trauma being suffered by American Jews is a little bit different. In fact, you could probably argue that it isn't secondary at all. It's "it could have been us" or "we could be next" trauma.

You have probably experienced that kind of trauma yourself. Most Americans did after 9-11. It stems from the realization that someone came to kill people just like you simply because they were just like you. I said several times yesterday that I took this attack personally, and that's because it was intended personally. And of course, it was intended to traumatize and to frighten, and in that sense, to whatever degree, it worked.

If you read the Quarterback's post yesterday, you know that trauma that is played out in the media and politicized is that much harder to bounce back from. That is part of the signs of distress the American Jewish community is experiencing now. While we appreciate and support the expressions of sorrow, outrage and support, there is also that feeling, so often expressed by trauma survivors, that others just don't "get" what it's like for us. And, as CISM responders tell survivors all the time, it is true that others don't get it, and that's ok. We all experience life from our own perspective.

So, what is the intervention for the American Jewish community? What should some CISM team be doing for us? The Quarterback recommends some version of a Crisis Management Briefing (CMB). In a classic CMB, a community comes together to hear the facts of the situation and the details of the investigation from the proper authorities and to learn about signs and symptoms of distress that they may experience following the incident. In schools, we use this with staff after an incident at school or in the school community, and sometimes with parents who want reassurance about what is going on for their kids.

There is no reason, however, that a CMB has to be done in person, and so I would suggest that leaders of Jewish institutions (and I know some of them have already done this) reach out to their constituencies via email and/or websites. The message can be fairly straightforward:
As you know, _____ is what happened. The latest information we have from ____ source is _____. We will keep you updated. It is very understandable that many of us, in addition to anger and sadness, are feeling scared or upset on a personal level. This is to be expected when an attack is aimed so squarely at our community. Some of you might be experiencing symptoms such as feeling irritable or having trouble sleeping. Please take care of yourself: find someone to talk to, or call _____ to talk to us. Take time to do something relaxing for yourself. Try to eat well and get some rest. Your symptoms should subside in the next several days. If they don't, please contact us or the mental health professional of your choice for some assistance.

The funny thing is, by far the most powerful statement in this communication is the simple phrase, "This is to be expected." Ninety percent of trauma response is educating people so they know they aren't crazy, or, as we prefer to say, "This is the typical response of normal people to a very abnormal event."

And of course, the Quarterback hopes that this truly continues to be a very abnormal and isolated event.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009

The Tiller Family's Critical Incident

As you know, unless you've been living in a cave somewhere, Dr. George Tiller was murdered near the entrance of his church two Sundays ago. If that doesn't ring a bell, perhaps I should remind you that he was a doctor who performed late term abortions, and that the man accused of killing him is an anti-abortion activist.

So, here's what I'm not going to do. I am not going to discuss the pros and cons of abortion or wade into the politics or the moral equivalency or any of that. Others have done that much more eloquently than I, and I will leave it to them (for the best thing I've seen commenting on Dr. Tiller and his work, I invite you to read the sermon preached last Sunday at the Cathedral Church of Saint Paul in Boston by the Very Rev. Jep Streit, posted at http://www.poormojo.org/pmjadaily/archives/027002.php). What I am going to do is think about what George Tiller's family must be dealing with right now.

First off, what we have here is a traumatic death. It leaves grief, because a loved one has died, and trauma because it was sudden and scary. I don't know if he had family members in church that day or whether the news came by phone or a knock on the door, but at some moment his wife learned that she was now a widow, and most likely had the sensation that the world had come to a screeching halt.

As I discussed yesterday, one of the predictors of stress reaction is whether the person perceives that he or she is going to die. Certainly if Jeanne Tiller was in the church that would add to the trauma. What she saw and heard will directly impact her experience, because sensory exposure is also a predictor of stress reactions. But regardless of where she was or how she heard the news, what she experienced was much more than a loss, it was a trauma.

One might argue that it wasn't unexpected. After all, Dr. Tiller had been shot once before. He had bodyguards and security systems. He knew there were people who wanted him dead. But knowing it's coming can only inoculate people from the trauma a certain amount. It doesn't make it easy.

What makes this situation even more complicated, however, is the circumstances and motive surrounding it. Unlike most traumatic deaths, this one is actually causing people, sometimes in so many words, to publicly, openly and constantly discuss whether the victim "deserved" it. Now, most people aren't using that word, nor should they. But the constant discussion of the work that Dr. Tiller did and whether or not it was justified in some sense has that effect. Perhaps I could best illustrate this by way of a counter example: if (God forbid) I were to be murdered tomorrow, the news would mention that I am a school Principal. But it probably wouldn't spend a whole lot of time discussing whether my school is a good one. That complicates things.

Then we add on the fact that the alleged perpetrator is doing media interviews. In an interview with CNN yesterday, the accused gunman expressed joy that Dr. Tiller's clinic was going to close, and while he did not confess to the killing he made it clear that he was not sorry Tiller was dead. One of the things that relatives of traumatic death victims tell us is that they experience guilt that it wasn't them who died and anger that it wasn't somebody other than their loved one. In this instance, the interviews have to be compounding that sense of anger -- George Tiller is dead and his alleged Killer is basically dancing on his grave.

Whenever someone is murdered or dies by the act (either commission or omission) of someone else, the investigation and trial prolong the stress reaction. You can't really process a critical incident until it's over, and the investigation means it isn't over. How much worse must it be that this investigation is, in essence, of the victim as well as the crime, where the accused is answering the perennial question "why" with what to him is a justification, and that all this is happening in the national media.

I can only hope that the world lets the Tiller family process this trauma sooner rather than later. Only then can they move on to processing their grief.

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