trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
It can never be justified.
The shape of the world right now often makes me feel like I'm living in a fucking nightmare. Not just because there are bad things happening, though that's never great to hear, or because there are so many natural and man made disasters I keep wondering what day I'll wake up and just hear the news that we only have a limited amount of days left on earth. No, what has really fucked with my psyche for the last few days has been the Cornell 57 group chat event. Calling it an event might minimize the significance of what it actually is, so i apologize for that, but for those who are unaware, recently, a Jane Doe came out and announced that she had been raped by seven students at Cornell University, and as punishment, all the boys had to do was write an essay about it. They weren't expelled, or jailed, or anything that would have been appropriate about their behaviour, they were just let off the god damn hook. Naturally, rape is a very serious crime, and anyone, male or female is capable of the act, but hearing about this made me furious for the women in my life. I've been blessed with many amazing people who have made my life better in every way imaginable, and without them, I have no earthly clue what kind of person I would be today. But hearing about this case made me feel the anger and sorrow of women who have gone through cases like this. Where they've been used, used for someone else's pleasure and then discarded as if they are useless after that vile act. I think about not only them, I think about a Jane Doe that I know personally. This story is for them.
By Noah Feannyabout 22 hours ago in Psyche
My Hidden Memory Library
I want to be a child again. Maybe that isn’t the exact way to phrase it, but is there ever really a time when someone doesn't want to go back into the comforting, naive nature of childhood? Wouldn't it be sacred to return to the sweet embrace of a mother not yet burnt, a brother not yet ill, a child not yet mourned?
By caitodoesstuff3 days ago in Psyche
Who Are You?
My name is Elizabeth Woods. I am a survivor of child abuse, and life changing trauma. I survived one of the worst childhoods you can ever imagine and I have written my story in a memoir: The Sex-Offender’s Daughter, available on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/Sex-Offenders-Daughter-Story-Survival-Against/dp/B0CJ4FJQQ2
By Elizabeth Woods4 days ago in Psyche
The Stages of Realizing Your Parent Is a Covert Narcissist
First, you are so deeply conditioned to believe they sacrificed their whole world for you. So indoctrinated by their self-proclaimed martyrdom that it becomes unimaginable that they could possess any traits of narcissism inside of them. You simply don’t see it. Some people, unfortunately, never will.
By Sellgren Stories5 days ago in Psyche
The Enemy in my Head
An enemy that lives in my head. Saying I’m not good enough, asking me what’s wrong, why can’t you do anything right. A lot of times, it can become evil. Waking up is hard enough with the inner critic at times, but once I close my eyes, the inner critic becomes alive; it shows me all my fears and my memories visually, and sometimes I wonder if she is angry at me. I used to think everything I did was wrong, like I shouldn’t do or say this or that. She made me scared to speak, thinking the world was against me. Sometimes I feel like she was right, but looking back now, I didn’t cause the problem; I was minding my own business. People came to me and were just mean, and that made my inner voice louder.
By TheAlivePoetess10 days ago in Psyche
