Personal stories about disasters
On March 11, 14 years ago on this day, Japan was hit by a massive earthquake.
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3月11日です。 あの震災について、その怖さや不安感や原発問題が…とかはもちろんありつつ、個人的な吐露をすると私は「申し訳ない」という後ろめたさがかなり大きいです。 というのも、私は当時の混乱の中でメンタルが全然ダメになって入院してしまったんですね。また、解離性障害ゆえの記憶の
Regarding the Great East Japan Earthquake, while I am of course aware of the problems with the impact it had on society, I have a fairly strong sense of “I am sorry” about that disaster.
I was hospitalized because I became mentally ill during the chaos of that time. Also, because of the vagueness of my memories due to my dissociative disorder, I don't really feel the anxiety I felt at the time, nor do I feel the effects of the disaster afterwards.
Therefore, every time March 11, when the earthquake occurred, I feel guilty that I don't really understand the details of that earthquake.
With this regret, a few years after the disaster, I visited Fukushima alone and had the opportunity to talk with people there. I will never forget looking at the seaside from a hill and hearing, “That place and that place over there, they were all towns,” and feeling surprised and guilty that I did not know, and seeing to stare at the sky, choked for words.
Fourteen years after the disaster, there are still many issues to be dealt with, such as the evacuation zone and the nuclear power plant problem.
However, I have the feelings as mentioned above. Therefore, every time March 11 comes around, I ask myself, “Am I treating the Great East Japan Earthquake only as a social issue, as if it were someone else's problem?”
Of course, the responsibilities and problems of corporations and politics are different from those of individuals.
But the “society” of “social problems” definitely includes myself.


















