Suffocation

L’Asphyxie

Theories of Development, Wm. C. Crain, Prentice-Hall, Inc. 1985

Carrots were part of our dinner that night. Suddenly, from my bed, I started screaming. “I can’t breathe! Help! I’m dying.” My parents came running, as fearful as I was. “I’m choking! A carrot piece is stuck in my throat!” I was in a world of terror. What had happened? With tubes down my throat at the hospital with my pediatrician father, nothing was ever found. Psychosis? That is a tricky word to use for children, so prone to alternate realities. It took me 8 months to get over that aberration. When I had, I was feeding myself. Stuck at Erik Erikson’s Stage 3: Initiative vs. Guilt, I had tried to manipulate Mother but she decoupled from my game. Oedipal Complex? Daddy was waiting for me as I made Mommy grumpy. Clever kids.

Des carrottes faisaient partie de notre dîner ce soir-là. Tout à coup, de mon lit, j’ai commencé à crier. “Je ne peux pas respirer! Au secours! Je meurs!” Mes parents se sont précipités à mon côté, aussi effrayés que moi. “Je m’étouffe! Il y a une carrotte coincée dans ma gorge!” J’étais dans un monde de terreur. Que s’était-il passé? Avec des tubes dans ma gorge à l’hôpital avec mon père, pédiatre, aucun objet n’avait jamais été découvert. Psychose? C’est un mot délicat à utiliser avec les enfants, sujets à d’autres réalités. Il m’a fallu huit mois pour me remettre de cette aberration. Une fois remise, je me nourrissais moi-même. Coincée à la 3ème étape d’Erik Erikson, Initiative vs. Culpabilité, j’avais essayé de manipuler Maman, mais elle s’est détachée de mon jeu. Complexe d’Oedipe? Papa m’attendait pendant que je rendais Mama grincheuse. Petit malin.

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  1. I do not remember ever choking until last month when I was sitting on a rock enjoying a picnic with my family. A bite of one of the snacks got stuck in my throat – what an awful feeling it was: unable to cough it up and unable to breathe! I gestured to my companions to bang me on my back – thank goodness they did, for at last the offending food became dislodged and I was able to breathe and swallow again! That brief experience gave me enormous insight into COVID-19 patients struggling to breathe without the aid of ventilators. How thankful I was to be able to continue enjoying the mountain scenery after only a few moments!

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