We would all like to remember memorable childhood moments. And although not all of them were enjoyable, some even were painful, we can consider that the majority of those moments They give us learning that we never want to get rid of.
One of the first special experiences that we may agree on is that of learn to ride a bike.
There were many moments, and all of them special. Towards the second day that I was practicing pedaling, I asked my father to remove the support wheels from my bicycle.
Every outing was exciting. I managed to balance myself on a bike and keep moving, as I recall, in a few hours of practice. I remember the first time I returned home to tell my parents that I had had my first run-in with a stopped car; It was a minor crash, but it made it clear to me that I had to be careful.
I remember well that my mother told me that you have to be careful when you consider that you have already “mastered” an activity because you can fall into overconfidence and take unnecessary risks.
One of the first days when a good friend came home, to whom I told that I had already learned to bike, he invited me to go to the ramps; it did not took her long to arrive the first big scare. In that first outing on the track and in the third turn, the young man whose time it was to jump on his bicycle, Raúl, took flight and flew through the air, only when he descended something happened with the control on his bicycle. ; Apparently he turned the handlebars when he fell and hit his chest.
Seeing him fall, I felt the blood go down to my feet; It was then that I left in terror so as not to see more details of the accident, which in my opinion was very spectacular. My friend Arnoldo realized how scared I was and tried to catch up with me on his bicycle to reassure me and tell me that Raúl was fine. I think it was one of the first experiences where I thought he wouldn’t take any risks again; so I could avoid getting hurt.
Physical injuries seemed to be one of the things that scared me the most and I didn’t think I could bear to see them, don’t even hear about them.
Years passed. I continued riding my bike and gaining experiences and the occasional scrape that healed in a few days. Some time later there was a particular experience that I remember riding my bicycle, when wearing shorts, my tibia was severely scraped by the pedal, at the level of bleeding.
It was a wound that required a little more attention and needed to be healed; And just on the way home one of the neighbors saw me and told me that I should go to the pharmacy to buy “sulfas.” So I did, and he helped me put the rustic remedy on my leg. He explained to me that in the war that had been one of the treatments used and that it would heal very quickly. The wound on my leg healed quickly and I completely forgot about it. I went out to play with my friends a few days later.
My mother saw that one of my legs was swollen; I told her it was because of the hits in soccer, but this didn’t seem normal to her and she started to investigate. She discovered that what had been treated as a minor physical injury had become an infection which, since it had not suppurated, was still inside my body, especially in my leg.
My parents continued investigating until they came to the hypothesis that what I could have would be erysipelas, but that if it was not treated, it could become something as serious as rheumatic fever, a disease that affects the heart or other organs. My case was not so serious because fortunately my mother was able to identify and resolve in a timely manner a situation that perhaps she would not be talking about now if it had not been for her timely attention.
The emotional wounds
However… What about emotional wounds? Yes, those wounds from our past that are not seen, but that by trying to forget them we have downplayed them to the point that we deny them or that we do not want to feel pain for them.
Human beings have an enormous ability to overcome ; However, this does not mean that there are not things that should be attended to by someone who can be of help.
Friends, siblings, other family members and even strangers become valuable help. They become part of our support network.
But… What happens if the person trying to help is not empowered to give the best help? As I learned with sulfas, not every short-term remedy that seems to have an immediate effect works. Life experience and the degree of specialization, as well as human sense, are very important aspects to be able to help others.
The best specialists, who understand the role of psychotherapy, know that An emotional wound that did not receive attention is in any case less serious or less complex to address than a physical wound. It all depends on the depth, the moment and the way in which we accept our emotional wounds.
Giving yourself the opportunity to identify what were emotional wounds in your stages of life is, in principle, a good start to be able to let off steam. That expression in itself is already therapeutic and with the help of a Psychologist, you will realize that it is even easier to heal.
Although it is not the easiest thing, go for the help of a professional It helps you from the first moment to manage thoughts and emotions, to identify feelings and to resignify the past. Ask more about your options so that when you need it you can work on what is happening and find better solutions.
Healing our emotional wounds is a personal process, but sometimes it requires the help of a third party, a person who is specialized and who can give us the best guidance. Psychotherapy is one of the most effective ways to heal our emotional wounds.
