Normal to normal? New Orlean Truck attack survivors fighting trauma | Mental health news

New Orleans, Louisiana – The New Year’s Day was 3rd and Tyler Burt, a pedicab driver in the historic French neighborhood of the New Orleans, decided to get the last fare.

Pedestrian pedestrian pedestrian pedestrian pedestrian pedestrian pedestrian pedestrian pedestrian pedestrian with Bourbon Street. It was not before a family of four-flagged family.

Two girls in the group wore high heels, the pain from walking legs. Thus, they climbed the cart of the burt bike and went to the corner of Bourbon and Channel, and his parents went to the pedestrian.

Since then, every small movement would form the rest of their lives.

It remembers a daughter dug by Burt, Bag, Splash. “Can you wait for my parents?” He asked, polite but tired. “I have their phone.”

They talked on the sidewalk in the garbage in the night: more confetti in the mud, Neon-Green Cocktail Cups. At the end of the street, a police car was placed in several courtyards that separated the party from nearby traffic.

Parents went soon and Burt was paid. It was 3:16 o’clock. Burt wished the family a new year and his father exchanged high five.

“He was standing in front of me, (close) is enough to touch him,” he said. “We were highly fast, we turned to the left and this large white truck walked around the police vehicle.”

It was a truck that took the FD F-150 lightning – to raise the top 2.7 tons (6,015 pounds) – pulled them straight to them on the street. Burt tried to leave the truck’s way, but his own bikes closed his path; Could just watch.

“Initially, he ran over his wife. Then he fled it in front of you.” It was so closely that when the Burt was reaching the father, the truck grazes his hand and leaves his blood blisters behind.

The speed of the truck watched two more blocks, two more blocks on Bourbon Avenue whispering revelers. When he returned, his two daughters knelt around their mothers trying to shake their awake, shouting.

An uncomfortable clarity entered the Burt in the watched minutes, and he felt like this was so excited in his life.

Burt remembers every detail: the bloody gash in the eyebrows of unconscious father, the screams of a pedicb worker. He then told him that the truck saw the driver’s face because the past swept the past.

After that, law enforcement agencies announced that there was no accident in the car. Texas and driver, who died at the scene, was a shooting ended in a shootout between Veteran Shamsud-Religion Jabbar, born by Texas.

The United States officials called this to the terrorist act. The nearby two improvised explosives were found and found a flag for the armed group (ISIS) Cabbar’s truck was found in the back of the truck.

Only 14 victims died on the same day. The other 57 people were injured. He was accompanied by Bourbon Street with Bourbon Street, was among the miraculously survivors.

However, in 36 hours, the scene was cleaned and the crowd returned to Bourbon Street. Tourists collapsed from large beer and the former birth stumbling memories: wood crosses with candles and flowers collected on the pavement.

“We will leave behind all,” said Louisiana Governor Jeff Landry, a press conference at a press conference on January 2. photo In a luxury steak, a few blocks from the scene.

After the mass violence, the public discourse often emphasizes the importance of returning to normal.

The goal is to break the violators of the attackers. However, experts warn that this type of push can leave without adequate support for some survivors.

“Recovery takes a long time in this type of collective trauma. We just can’t say, ‘Oh, we are good.” “We’re good,” said Tara Powell, a professor investigating behavioral health during disasters at the University of Illinois, Urbana-Champaign.