I
volunteer at Gurises Unidos, an organization that fights for Human
Rights of children and teenagers at both the national and
international levels. It also helps the families and communities of
those who are most vulnerable and whose voices are sometimes stifled.
It
works together with the much bigger organization, Ielsur (Instituto
de Estudios Legales y Sociales del Uruguay), which was created in
1984 with the purpose of defending Human Rights by the means of legal
instruments. Since 1990 children and teenager have held a bigger
chunk of their attention and that's where Gurises Unidos comes into
play. It has now been 20 years sice their partnership.
Gurises
Unidos has a office for each of the main neighbourhoods of Montevideo
and a team which follows it. They provide help for families who often
turn up at their door with no where else to go, carry out street
searches for children and teenagers who have been forced to live on
the street, and provide afternoon activities for children and
teenager whose parents are either in prison or living on the streets.
They also provide guidance to teenage mothers and help towards
finding a job to teenage who have finished school.
I
volunteer with the team that organizes activities for vulnerable
children. These children no longer live with their parents, they are
taken care by their grandparents or elder siblings and are,
therefore, more at risk of being forced onto the streets. Laura,
Lucía, Iñigo, Flavia (a fellow volunteer from the Univeristy) and I
get together once a week to plan the activity for the next meeting
with the children.
The
activities have a very rigid structure in order to attempt to
maintain good behaviour. The structure is also aimed at helping the
children to open up if they have any problems at home, as well as to
develop the hability to listen and concentrate on a more monotomous
activity. As an introduction, fruit, which has been prepared by us
volunteers, is shared between the children, whislt they tell us about
their week. Then the main activity is introduced, we spend sometime
on it until its time have a snack, which they help prepare in the
kitchen. This is my favourite time. It is when they are most keen to
help and everthing gets done very quickly. We sit down to eat and
talk. This part is lovely as there is very little focus and pressure
on the conversation, I think this is why they are much more receptive
and open at this time. The children then brush their teeth and we all
wait for their relatives to pick them up. Although, two of the kids
have to catch two buses by themselves to get home, where they will
probably be greeted by a hostile environment.
The
current activity we have planned has the theme of storytelling. The
group of 10 children were separated into 2 groups of 5. In these
groups the children have to develop round characters, these must have
likes and dislikes, talents and a personality. My group has developed
a kite, called Carolina, in my hounour (hehe!), who is able to grow
legs when on land and has the ability of herding sheep. I love our
character and the children for creating her.
Volunteering
has provided me a a very big reality check/shock. This past week has
been one of the hardest weeks of my volunteering experience. We had
planned a very nice activity for the kids but they took advantage of
the fact that the main coordinator was absent and tested our limits
to the maximum, I was bitten and hit and rejected by the children and
a fellow volunteer was called names by a 8-year-old girl. They were
out of control. I came home exhausted and stunned. All I could do was
sleep and wait until the next morning, when the other volunteers and
I would meet with the coordinator in order to talk about what had
happened and plan for the weeks ahead. This was a very hard meeting.
They explained to us why the kid behave the way they do. One little
boy suffers daily physical and psychological abuse, not only from his
relatives but from himself too. This hit me hard and I had to swallow
back the tear. I have so much love for these kids, I want them to
listen to me so they can help me help them. But I'm not sure that's
possible. I have no tools or skills to make them listen.
It
is also a challenge because one the kids is epileptic and we have to
try our best to take her out of her shell. At home she takes the role
of the crazy one and is unable to perform as well as she could
because of this. Also, her medication makes her very sleep and
sometimes its hard for her to participate in the activities.
It
is all a challenge. Sometime I wish I didn't have to go but when I'm
there and one of them holds my hand or gives you that genuine hug
only children are able to give. It makes it all worth it. I know they
will never remember me when they grow up but I will always remember
them.
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