In Gaza, “everything is missing, even the idea of a future”

Healing psychological trauma in Gaza cannot happen until there is a ceasefire.

By Davide Musardo, Doctors Without Borders/Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) psychologist:

In some sessions, we even had to shout to be heard, to overcome the sound of drones and bombs. And when there was no fighting outside, the background sound was the cries of children in the hospital: children maimed, burned, and orphaned; children having panic attacks because when physical pain triggers psychological wounds, the pain reminds you of the bomb that changed your life forever. Calmer children would draw drones and military jets. War is everywhere in the hospital; the smell of blood is unbearable. This is the image I bring back from Gaza.

I’ve never experienced anything like what I saw in Gaza. There are some traits common to all the patients I saw there. Dark, almost burnt skin because they are exposed to the sun all day. Weight loss because food is scarce. White hair from the stress of months of war. And they all have expressionless faces, faces that illustrate loss, sadness, and depression. The faces of people who have lost everything.

“I miss the little things,” one patient told me. “The pictures of my mother who died years ago, the cup I used to drink coffee with. I miss my routine more than my broken home.”

“I haven’t had a glass of fresh water for months,” another patient said. “What kind of life is this?”

As human beings, we are prone to recounting the pain and suffering that we have faced. But how do you tell a story of grief to someone who is going through the same thing as you? That is why one of our priorities is to offer a safe listening space for our patients and for the Palestinian doctors and nurses who have been working non-stop for more than eight months.

Here in Italy, we delete blurry photos or useless shots from our phones. In Gaza, people delete photos of family members who died during the bombings, thinking that not seeing them anymore will ease their suffering.

I have seen people break down when receiving news of another evacuation order. Some people have been displaced as many as 12 times in eight months. “I won’t move my tent any more, I might as well die,” I have heard people say.

In Gaza, one survives but the exposure to trauma is constant. Everything is missing, even the idea of a future. For people, the greatest anguish is not of today—the bombs, the fighting, and the mourning—but of the aftermath. There is little confidence about peace and reconstruction, and the children I saw in the hospital showed clear signs of regression.

Although I have left Gaza, it’s as if I am still there. I can still hear the screams of burnt children. We need an immediate and lasting ceasefire. Without that, healing these profound psychological wounds will be impossible.

This testimony can be found online here.