trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
Little Boy from Little Town
I don't have an image or a video to put on this. All I have are my memories and even then I don't know how much of it is reliable... You'll understand in a minute.
My Insanely Unbelievable Life
What I'm about to tell you, is 100% NSFW, but it needs to be heard. Silence can be our greatest enemy. I was born in 1997, no father's name on my birth certificate, just my mother's. When I was three months old, she began dating Michael, who became my stepfather in 1999. I don't remember much from then, as I was very young, but our family seemed normal. It was my normal.
Samantha WrightPublished 7 years ago in Psyche"Hey, It's Fine."
I was fourteen. I just started my first year of high school. I had left so much past trauma behind, but it seems trouble follows me. On the first day of school there was a fight. I saw him standing there being yelled at and pushed but not giving in to the temptation of fighting back. I saw him fall to the ground and be kicked over and over again. I saw his friends standing in shock and I noticed my feet walking over. I started yelling "stop" at the boy I once knew who was doing the kicking. He and I have a history, and that's a whole deal on its own. He noticed me and backed off laughing as a car pulled up and the driver yelled at the boy I was helping off the ground to get in. I let him lean on me and helped him to the car, and I ended up getting in. We went to his house and to his room and to his bed where he told me what had happened. He was stressed and I was overwhelmed. He kissed me, he grabbed my thigh as high as I would let him and breathed into my ear how I had saved him. I let him keep going because I wasn't thinking. It escalated and I didn't want it to but soon enough he was talking off my pants with one hand around my throat and telling me how thankful he was that I was there today. I didn't know him, he didn't know me. He didn't care. I grabbed his sheets and he grabbed me. Once it was over he told me I should leave. I left. During the next couple days I discovered more about him. The first thing I discovered was that he had a girlfriend at the time. He got into trouble and I knew he wasn't going to be good for me. Every once in a while for the next couple weeks he would walk me home and end up staying in my basement and telling me all about my body and my lips and my hips, things I didn't need or want to hear. If I would protest he would tell me, "hey, it's fine, don't worry," and that was that. He broke up with his girlfriend and soon enough she messaged me calling me a dirty whore and a slut and then the whole class of grade nine girls hated me. School was just dirty looks and homework, after school was him, but hey, it was fine.
Pearl McCarthyPublished 7 years ago in PsycheI Was Raped
There are an average of 288,820 victims (age 12+) of rape and sexual assault each year in the United States. One out of every six women will be raped in her lifetime (1). And those are just the ones that get reported.
Annalise MishlerPublished 7 years ago in PsycheI'm Not "Okay"
This is a real, raw, unedited letter. It comes from a place of intense emotion and pain. I am seething, quietly, internally.
Christina WoodcockPublished 7 years ago in PsycheUnceremonious Unveiling
There are few moments in life that burn itself in your memory on impact. There are some times you remember being at; sometimes a smell can take you back to your childhood, or a certain feeling of nostalgia when you bite into a peanut butter and banana sandwich like mom used to make you.
Blake Theau ThorPublished 7 years ago in PsycheGrief
Grieving is an extremely powerful emotional response. It overwhelms you, stretching to every corner of your mind, body and soul. You experience an array of awful sensations, one minute your gasping for air, as if you’re drowning, next it feels as though theres a mountain sitting on your chest, crushing you. Grief is the most intense form of sadness you could possibly ever endure.
What Is a Trigger?
"TRIGGERED!!!" A statement frequently seen - misused - on the internet. This usually can be found in the comment section in relation to some celebrity gossip or TV drama, or to poke fun at people who are easily triggered. The origin of this word, however, seems to have lost meaning. The people misappropriating appear to also misunderstand the true reality of the concept and how it works.
Battlefield
My battlefield. The world is my battlefield that I had no choice but to fight with no weapons, support no backup but blindfolded.
Natasha ReyesPublished 7 years ago in PsycheOn Fearlessness and Terror
I grew up in the countryside. When I say countryside, don't imagine one of the charming settlements most English people call a village. What people call a village where I'm from, geographers would, I think, after some minutes of head-scratching bafflement, declare a hamlet; possibly.
TheSpinstressPublished 7 years ago in PsycheWhen Dreams Don't Come
Dreams are important. While I meant that in a literal sense, I do agree it’s also probably not a bad idea to have hopes and goals and shit.
Jenifer NewburnPublished 7 years ago in Psyche