Something I thought would be a challenge isn’t even a challenge anymore, yay! However, as an interpreter, you never know exactly what a meeting might bring to the forefront. Like me, fearing I would have to work with kids, but learning to enjoy their company on the job. …is that you can never fully prepare for the challenges you might face at work. But more on that some other time 🙂 What I am trying to get at… I only occasionally work with kids, but I have learned a lot about interacting with kids, and I have learned a lot FROM them. She assured me that I would mainly work with staff and parents, which is true. So when a friend suggested I work at schools, I didn’t love the idea.
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Nothing against teaching! It’s just that kids always made me nervous: I was awkward around them, and I didn’t know how to talk to them… They scared me. So no, it was to become a translator, not a teacher. But as I took more classes, I started appreciating literature, writing, and translation. At first, I felt like I was stuck in the English major.
Long story short, I started in the English major so that I could transfer to the major that I failed to enter because my grade on the admission exam was insufficient. When people ask me what I majored in and I say “English” they always ask “Oh, so you want to be a teacher?” Not really. Read on to find some resources that can offer strategies to cope with this kind of trauma. When you emerge from an interpreting session that leaves you emotionally drained, you might be suffering from vicarious trauma. That’s why I wanted to write about vicarious trauma in interpretation and share some resources I found on coping with it. I had heard about this before but only faced it myself last week.
Working as an interpreter exposes you to many topics, and sometimes sessions can be hard to process at the emotional level. She didn’t know then that burying it would only make it pop up unexpectedly later in life when adequately triggered, and I think that’s exactly what happened last week. That person I was 15 and 20 years ago didn’t know any good coping strategies (didn’t even know what those were, mind you) so she hid and buried her pain. In my previous post, I talked about a flashback of a time when I was unhappy with myself.
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