Susana Batista De Sousa
It was on October 21, 1989, it was Saturday and children played in an area, among them I, at the time, at the age of seven. The brother of a neighbor decided to kill three pigs there, he put the water to boil to despelar the animals, as it took, and he decided to speed up using alcohol. He threw the liquid into the pig and left the 5-gallon gallon nearby, as he scratched the match the container caught fire and he threw it toward the area I was in, the “cloud of fire” crashing into me and my cousin. I had over 60% of the body burned, my cousin also had her body hit. Burns these in most third degree. I was 8 months and 11 days hospitalized at the Regional Hospital of Asa Norte – DF. Tense and distressing period, extremely painful treatment. I was so burned that my mother only recognized me by the feet. Ah! Mothers are angels. And mine was my guardian angel. . Little did I know that out of the hospital would be my biggest obstacles? To recognize me with this new image, to return to school (one of the most difficult, based on nicknames, curious looks and indiscreet questions). I lost 3 years of school due to the endless surgeries and to insert myself in the social environment. The most difficult of all, besides the acceptance of self-image is prejudice. It exists, it is real and it leaves marks. I suffered prejudice in school, to to enter the labor and affective market, in fact, prejudice comes from all sides, some more gaping others more veiled. To this day I have reparative surgeries to do, how many surgeries have I had? I cannot say, I know there have been many. The burn treatment is long, expensive, time-consuming and full of limitations, both physical and public resource. Certainly dealing with the scars is not easy, there are scars that mark only and others that deform, my deformed, I think. I went through deserted periods, if I said I love my scars, I would lie. I do not love them, I do not think they are beautiful, but I have learned to live with them, after all, I can do millions of surgeries, they will continue here. I am not the best-resolved woman, I am not an example of overcoming (I do not pretend to be, nor do I want to be seen that way) I have my moments of questioning, I allow myself to be human. I try to lead a normal life, study, work, travel, but there were some gaps during the life stages that were usurped and for that, there is nothing to do since the clock only moves forward. I am constantly changing. It was not easy to get here.