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On
March
12,
2020
-
the
first
text
message
on
the
phone
does
not
let
me
forget
-
I
started
therapy
with
the
psychologist
Eduard
Bondoc.
After
18
years
from
the
first
panic
attack
and
several
unsuccessful
therapeutic
attempts.
About
a
month
after
the
first
Covid
patient
was
discovered
in
Romania.
And
after
I
met,
like
the
girls,
my
friend
from
northern
Italy.
(The
next
day,
the
news
went
crazy,
Lombardy
went
into
quarantine,
my
friend
had
arrived
at
her
home
with
the
first
plane,
I
was
returning
from
Bucharest
crying,
scared
that
my
husband
would
be
waiting
for
me
at
the
train
station,
with
the
2-year-old
child,
and
me
more
for
sure
I
was
infected
and
I
didn't
have
a
mask
...)
Having
a
clear
history
of
anxiety.
And
moderate
depression,
recurrent.
Having
many
fears,
gathered
from
childhood
and
left
there,
to
smolder.
Many
misunderstood,
undeciphered
emotions.
Basque
chronic
fatigue
after
birth.
With
many,
too
many
untreated
blemishes.
Well,
in
those
early
days
of
the
pandemic,
it
all
caught
fire.
They
exploded.
I
exploded.
When
I
first
arrived
at
the
office,
on
March
12,
through
an
emergency
appointment
just
2
hours
before,
I
did
not
stop
crying
for
40
minutes.
I
didn't
know
which
fear
was
greater.
Maybe
the
psychologist
has
Covid.
Or
the
previous
patient
left
the
virus
on
the
couch.
Like
without
help
I'm
going
crazy.
That
I
won't
get
tomorrow.
That
my
disinfectant
is
running
out.
That
I
can't
save
my
baby.
That
my
family
will
die.
That
I
suffocate,
that
I
will
have
a
heart
attack
or
stroke,
that
my
head,
hand,
stomach
hurt,
that
I
certainly
have
a
serious
illness,
that
I
am
afraid
of
my
husband,
friends,
mother
and
father,
of
the
fruits
I
bought,
of
the
handle
from
the
door
of
the
block
...
It
wasn't
easy.
But
I
listened
and
blindly
did
all
the
"homework."
The
first
breathing
exercises
gave
immediate
results.
Then
the
diary,
the
lists,
the
coloring
hours.
I
then
began
to
analyze
what
the
therapy
consisted
of.
To
understand.
To
understand
myself
and
bargain
with
fears.
To
analyze
them,
as
the
psychologist
had
explained
to
me.
To
manage
them,
so
to
speak.
Let
me
be
their
boss.
To
string
the
Rider,
so
that
the
Elephant
doesn't
go
crazy
...
And
I
succeeded.
A
year
and
a
half
-
the
first
8
months
a
week,
even
on
vacation,
then
less
and
less
-
I
looked
forward
to
every
therapy
session.
They
brought
me
back
to
life.
And
the
first
positive
finding
was
when,
also
on
Mr.
Bondoc's
recommendation,
I
watched
the
movie
Toc-Toc.
I
laughed
with
tears
for
an
hour
and
a
half.
So
you
could
live!
In
specialized
terms,
today
I
can
say
that
I
have
reached
the
goals
of
therapy
in
95%
(the
remaining
5
percent
I
think
it's
good
to
stay
there,
otherwise
I
become
someone
else
:)):
awareness
that
anxiety
is
a
temporary
state
of
fear
,
without
object;
control
of
physical
reactions;
behavior
change
-
facing
danger;
focusing
on
positive
things.
Thank
you
from
the
bottom
of
my
heart,
psychologist.
For
patience,
empathy,
tenacity!
Because
you
listened
to
me
whenever
I
needed
to,
not
only
in
the
therapy
sessions
-
even
before
and
after
the
vaccine,
when
obviously
a
scared
chick
nodded
:)
I
will
be
grateful!
And
I
can't
wait
to
see
you
again,
by
surprise,
for
ITP
:)
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Fix
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12
martie
2020
–
primul
sms
din
telefon
nu
ma
lasa
sa
uit
–
am
inceput
terapia
cu
domnul
psiholog
Eduard
Bondoc.
Dupa
18
ani
de
la
primul
atac
de
panica
si
mai
multe
incercari
terapeutice
fara
succes.
La
aproximativ
o
luna
dupa
ce
a
fost
descoperit
primul
bolnav
de
Covid
din
Romania.
Si
dupa
ce
m-am
intalnit,
ca
fetele,
cu
prietena
mea
venita
din
nordul
Italiei.
(A
doua
zi,
stirile
au
innebunit,
Lombardia
intra
in
carantina,
prietena
ajunsese
cu
primul
avion
acasa
la
ea,
eu
ma
intorceam
de
la
Bucuresti
plangand,
inspaimantata
ca
ma
va
astepta
sotul
la
gara,
cu
copilul
de
2
ani,
iar
eu
mai
mult
ca
sigur
eram
infectata
si
nu
aveam
masca...)
Avand
un
istoric
clar
de
anxietate.
Si
de
depresie
medie,
recurenta.
Avand
multe
frici,
adunate
din
copilarie
si
lasate
acolo,
sa
mocneasca.
Multe
emotii
neintelese,
nedescifrate.
Basca
oboseala
cronica
de
dupa
nastere.
Cu
multe,
prea
multe
bube
netratate.
Ei
bine,
in
acele
zile
de
inceput
de
pandemie,
toate
au
luat
foc.
Au
explodat.
Eu
am
expodat.
Cand
am
ajuns
prima
data
la
cabinet,
pe
12
martie,
printr-o
programare
de
urgenta
cu
doar
2
ore
inainte,
nu
m-am
oprit
din
plans
40
de
minute.
Nu
mai
stiam
care
frica
e
mai
mare.
Ca
poate
psihologul
are
Covid.
Sau
pacientul
dinainte
a
lasat
virusul
pe
canapea.
Ca
fara
ajutor
innebunesc.
Ca
n-o
sa
apuc
ziua
de
maine.
Ca
mi
se
termina
dezinfectantul.
Ca
nu-mi
pot
salva
copilul.
Ca
familia
mea
va
muri.
Ca
ma
sufoc,
ca
voi
face
infarct
sau
accident
vascular,
ca
ma
doare
capul,
mana,
stomacul,
ca
sigur
am
o
boala
grava,
ca
mi-e
frica
de
sot,
de
prieteni,
de
mama
si
tata,
de
fructele
cumparate,
de
manerul
de
la
usa
blocului...
N-a
fost
usor.
Dar
am
ascultat
si
facut
orbeste
toate
”temele”.
Primele
exercitii
de
respiratie
au
dat
rezultate
imediat.
Apoi
jurnalul,
listele,
orele
de
colorat.
Am
inceput
apoi
sa
analizez
cam
in
ce
consta
terapia.
Sa
inteleg.
Sa
ma
inteleg
pe
mine
si
sa
ma
targuiesc
cu
fricile.
Sa
le
analizez,
asa
cum
imi
explicase
domnul
psiholog.
Sa
le
manageriez,
ca
sa
zic
asa.
Sa
fiu
eu
seful
lor.
Sa
strunesc
Calaretul,
ca
sa
n-o
ia
razna
Elefantul...
Si
mi-a
reusit.
Un
an
si
jumatate
–
primele
8
luni
saptamanal,
chiar
si
in
concediu,
apoi
din
ce
in
ce
mai
rar
–
am
asteptat
cu
nerabdare
fiecare
sedinta
de
terapie.
Ele
m-au
readus
la
viata.
Si
prima
constatare
pozitiva
a
fost
cand,
tot
la
recomandarea
domnului
Bondoc,
am
vizionat
filmul
Toc-Toc.
Am
ras
cu
lacrimi
o
ora
jumate.
Deci
se
putea
trai!
In
termeni
de
specialitate,
astazi
pot
spune
ca
mi-am
atins
obiectivele
terapiei
in
proportie
de
95%
(restul
de
5
procente
cred
ca
e
bine
sa
stea
acolo,
altfel
devin
altcineva
:)
):
constientizarea
faptului
ca
anxietatea
este
o
stare
pasagera
de
frica,
fara
obiect;
controlul
reactiilor
fizice;
schimbarea
comportamentului
–
infruntarea
pericolului;
concentrarea
atentiei
pe
lucruri
pozitive.
Va
multumesc
din
suflet,
domnule
psiholog.
Pentru
rabdare,
empatie,
tenacitate!
Pentru
ca
m-ati
ascultat
oricand
am
avut
nevoie,
nu
doar
in
sedintele
de
terapie
–
chiar
si
inainte
si
dupa
vaccin,
cand
evident,
un
pui
de
frica
si-a
facut
de
cap
:)
Va
raman
recunoscatoare!
Si
abia
astept
sa
ne
revedem,
prin
surprindere,
pentru
ITP
:)
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