Erica Johnson – CCS Experience (CAASAH)
The experience I had in Brazil was the most worthwhile thing ever in my life and I can’t believe how much I achieved in only two weeks, it outweighed mw expectations far more than I could of ever imagined, there were so many things that stood out that if somebody asks me how I enjoyed Brazil I go on and talk for about half an hour then have to apologize for talking so much but I am still so excited about the whole experience and want to tell everybody about everything I learnt and saw my work placement was at CAASAH a hospice for children and adults with HIV/AIDS.
For some unknown reason the director kept telling me to go in to the baby room, get them out of their cots and play with them using a few old toys she brought each day. I was so pleased when we could get all of the children together as I loved sitting with the boys who loved to watch you draw. I would draw dogs, cats, birds, trees, butterflies and as I drew the picture they would tell me what the colors were in Portuguese.
After the first week I felt that we had to plan something constructively. I had taken paper and crayons with me to Brazil, so cut out squares in circles in preparation, I only took the green, yellow and blue crayons as that was all we needed to put together a Brazilian flag , hidden in our pockets we had a tube of glue to stick the parts together. When we arrived with our bag of bits the children looked excited, we shared out the crayons, gave them the paper and showed them one we had made earlier, within seconds the paper and crayons had disappeared. Arthur and I looked puzzled at each other not understanding where everything had gone, then I noticed a young boy who looked to have something in his mouth, they had all peeled the wrappers off the crayons, folded the paper into a small square and tucked everything into their mouths.
The children do not possess anything, their bedrooms are with concrete floors, plain walls and a bed with a mattress and mattress protector, some of the older children had an odd blanket, there are no toys, cupboards or pictures on the walls so taking a look in their bedroom helped you to understand why they were so keen to protect the small things we were giving them.
The next day we took a large sheet of green paper with lines of a football pitch drawn on it and sheets of plain paper, we tried to encourage the children to draw people to put on the pitch but they lack so much self esteem that it was almost impossible, we ended up drawing the people and they were more confident cutting out our pictures (with safety scissors!)
The following day I took 2 skipping ropes which I had took from the UK, as you swung the rope they played music and a voice sang a song: 1,2,3 jump! jump! We translated the song into Portuguese and the children would sing along, it was great, they learnt to share, to take turns, they danced on the sidelines to the music and they laughed at me trying to skip, which I hadn’t done for years! The children asked for the skipping ropes everyday after this.
The director noticed that we wanted to work with the children and had been keen to stick our work on the walls; in the middle of the second week she brought us some paints and large sheets of paper, she divided the children into 2 groups and I was assigned the older ones, I thought we could dip our fingers in the paint and dab it on the paper to create pictures, this started well but then they saw Arthur’s group covering their hands with the paint and making hand prints on the paper, we had so much fun, they were covered in the paint , clapping each other hands to see how slippy it was and listen to the squelching noise it made, Arthur had kids piled in the sink washing paint off them while I got them dried and then they would have another go with another color, the kids were laughing, they were proud of their work and when we finished we put the pictures of the children, the director saw that we were having so much fun, she got her camera out .
By the end of the second week I felt as though I had achieved something, I was accepted by the children and the nurses that worked with them, I had encouraged the other volunteers to get organized so the time they spent with the children was more worthwhile and I was educating new volunteers in the second week about HIV/AIDS as I think it was volunteers fears of the unknown that putting them off.
The most memorable thing about my experience was meeting a little girl called Cleide Jane on my first day she was in her cot, taking all her clothes off and obviously frustrated that she’d been left in there. I went over to her and re-dressed her, she climbed over the sides of the cot and got out, which I was a bit worried about in case she fell on the stone floor, a nurse came through the door and shouted her, I thought I was in the wrong and shouldn’t have let her out but I began to notice that the other nurses didn’t have much time for her and she was left to run round, jump on tables and had a habit of hitting the other children with her shoe. I found out that she was two and a half and seemed to be behind in her development than the other children of a similar age. I picked her up, gave her a hug, sang songs to her and patted her back when she was tired and just wanted to sit quiet, by the end of the second week she would pat my back and say oohh oohh, which is what I’d been saying to her. she had awful scarring on her skin and I learned that she had nearly died twice, she was late to learn to walk were slow to develop. This girl was only two and a half and already she had suffered a worse life than nobody could ever imagine, but she was a fighter, she had a great character and just needed some love, whenever I’m down or things aren’t going to plan in my life I’ll always remember this courageous girl.
The care workers who worked with the children to get them up and dressed, washed and fed were only paid with a box of groceries at the end of the month so I supposed I regarded them more as volunteers and tried to help them as much as I could, some of them looked at us with caution and were reluctant to make conversation with me but there was one lady who worked three days a week, she got on really well with the children, I would take my phrase book and we would have conversations using the book and by the end of the second week I was beginning to recognize what she was asking or telling me without the book, if I’d stayed longer I would of really enjoyed working with her as she joined in our activities with the children where as many of the others just stood at edge of the room.
The staff in the house were wonderful, they were welcoming, friendly and made you feel at home, the cleaner and the kitchen staff especially were very smiley people and were often singing to themselves, if you’d had a bad day on your placement they would give you a hug and make you feel so much better, this was very strange for me as I’m reluctant to give people a hug or usually be that friendly but it was so easy to accept their kindness and empathy.
I am glad I went for the experience and it was very sad leaving the house and the friends I had made, although I had been brave and not cried when I left my placement for the last time, the floods of tears erupted as I got on the bus to get to the airport, I cried all the way home on the plane, thinking about the children I had left behind, the conditions they lived in and how each of them had their own story of suffering at such a young age, I was constantly thinking about what I could do to help them when I got home, thank god it was night time on the plane and I had three seats all to myself so nobody could see me!
I do look at things very differently and compare things to Brazil all the time, I developed property and had to knock a wall down, the bricks would go in a skip and to the tip but I had seen a man struggling to buy a couple of bricks to put his house together, if only I could of sent them to him and it just shows how much we take for granted.
I have looked into adopting Cleide Jane, I thought if only I could make a difference to one person’s life, to allow her a better quality of life, access to better medication, education and allow her be part of a family but due to the politics of the British Government it would be very doubtful they would let me adopt a child with HIV, I’ll keep looking into it though.
I would suggest everybody should do some international volunteering as it really makes you think about things differently and makes you appreciate what you have, there are so many different projects there is something to suit everybody and the little time you spend is so worthwhile.
I have asked by a number of women’s groups to go and speak about my trip to Salvador. I have made up a notice board at work telling everybody about my experience and as the local newspaper helped with fundraising I have written an article about my experience as a follow up.
Yes you can share my experience with others considering a CCS and I am willing to be a reference.
Many thanks for this opportunity.