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JINA MAHSA AMINI
The face of Iran's protests. Her life, her dreams
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In memory of Jina 'Mahsa' Amini, the cornerstone of the 'Zan.
Zendagi. Azadi revolution.
16 February 2023 | By Gino d'Artali
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and: My mother (1931-1997) always said to me <Mi
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Iranwire - August 8, 2023 - by By Sara Rasouli, citizen journalist
<< <Nobody Understands the Depth of my Struggle:> Ex-Detainees Discuss
Post-Prison Psychological Impact
The jarring sounds of an elevator or a doorbell send them into a state
of panic, solitude serves as a stark reminder of their loneliness, and
the cacophony triggers haunting memories of their days of interrogation.
Long-lasting psychological effects accompany many individuals who have
experienced imprisonment in the islamic Republic's dungeons. <The
duration of detainment or the specific prison - be it Qarchak, Evin,
Rajaeeshahr, Karaj, Gilan or any other - bears no significance,> says
Sara, who was arrested during nationwide protests last year. <Even a
single day spent within those walls etches an indelible mark on your
psyche. Memories, fears and sorrows linger, whether it's been a year or
a decade; sometimes it suffocates you.> <Confronted with a surge of
apprehensions, recollections and sorrows caused by imprisonment, you
yearn for someone who will sit across from you, someone who does not
only listen to your story but comprehends and empathizes with your
words.> This former prisoner says that seeking help from psychologists
has not yielded positive results for her and other ex-detainees and, in
certain instances, even exacerbated their condition. According to a
Tehran-based psychologist who asked to remain anonymous, <only a handful
of psychologists possess the acumen to address the sensitive and
intricate domain of prisons.> <Despite the array of treatment modalities
available for numerous traumas we've encountered, the stark reality
remains that this particular experience demands utmost sensitivity. Due
to the dearth of seasoned psychologists, psychiatrists or therapists in
this field, success stories for patients in Iran remain a rarity,> this
psychologist says.
Nazanin: Are Motorbikes Pursuing Me?
Nazanin's sobs make her voice barely audible over the phone. I rush to
her residence. Nazanin has endured nearly two months of confinement in
Ward 2A of Tehran's Evin prison. She recounted how a man on a
motorcycle, with its license plate concealed, followed her to her home.
At the stroke of midnight, security forces stormed in to apprehend her.
This feeling of being pursued by a motorcycle has now returned and the
specter of arrest is haunting her again. She confides: <I'm perpetually
haunted by this sense of being trailed.> <Often, I alter my route
unnecessarily, just to shake off any potential trackers. I've come to
believe that every motorcycle is an intelligence operative shadowing our
every move.>
Sahar: My Heart Races When the Doorbell Rings
At 4 a.m., a knock resounded against the door of Sahar's flat while she
was engrossed in watching the news. As she peered through the peephole,
an inexplicable obstruction clouded her view, rendering her blind. She
hastily called upon her husband and unlatched the entrance. Ten
individuals swung open the door and surged into the flat, triggering an
overwhelming surge of anxiety. Since that incident, Sahar has become
plagued by a persistent apprehension and dread of any door's sound. She
seeks solace in concealing herself behind doors. <I'm desperate to
banish the echoes of knocks and door sounds from my life. The resonance
of a door slam triggers palpitations in me,> Sahar says. She has engaged
in myriad discussions on this matter with her psychiatrist. Yet, the
pain remains unassuaged despite adjustments to her medication regimen.
Maryam: The Interrogator Wakes Me Up. Upon opening her eyes, Maryam
finds a man looming over her, uttering, <Madam, it's time to go.> She
recollects the chilling words of her last interrogation: <You'll be
granted bail today, but dread the day you awaken to find me standing at
your bedside again.> Since then, sleep disorders plague Maryam's nights.
Her therapist, who assured her she was a beacon of honor, suggests
delving into those unsettling days. <I'm the embodiment of that honor,
yet I'm haunted by the fear of being abruptly awakened by others.> she
says. <I'm that very pride, yet I tremble at the thought of sleep. It's
as though nobody understands the depth of my struggle - not even Mr.
Babai, my therapist.>
Saeedeh: My Dreams Unfold within the Confines of Qarchak Prison
Saeedeh also struggles with sleep disturbances. During the night, she
often finds herself wandering in a daze at Qarchak prison's yard and
engaging in conversations with inmates. After having spent a total of
two months in Evin and Qarchak prisons, she admits to grappling with
profound sorrow.
She manages to briefly ease her sadness by reminiscing with her fellow
inmates.
The Sound of the Elevator
The noise of an elevator triggers fear in many former prisoners, a dimly
lit room is suffocating, solitude evokes feelings of aloneness and a
sudden loud noise disrupts their focus. And the dearth of specialists in
the field of prison-related psychological issues has left numerous
detainees trapped in their trauma. <Many of my friends who were once
detained have bared their scars and struggles after their release,> says
Zahra, a student in psychology. <I suggested to a professor the idea of
forming a group where we could actively listen to them, document and
ultimately make a positive impact on these detainees' lives. It would
not only be beneficial for them but also for us because it would offer
insights into how to effectively navigate these complex cases.>
Zahra's proposal remains undecided.>>
Source:
https://iranwire.com/en/special-features/119286-nobody-understands-the-depth-of-my-struggle-ex-detainees-discuss-post-prison-psychological-impact/
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