Quotes About Trauma

You don't have to sever your spinal cord to be paralyzed for life. You could just touch it and be paralyzed for life.

I have an addictive personality. Boarding school merely sent me more quickly on the downward spiral that dominated my childhood.

My '24' death obviously sent Jack Bauer into a huge downward spiral.

I've had four near-death experiences - very, very near death experiences, and a few of them I've never spoken about publicly.

Medical research conducted during the Iraq War has confirmed that immediate administration of morphine following a traumatic event can prevent post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).

I don't like to spend money. Every time I spend it, I feel as if I'm being raped.

Childhood trauma may sneak up from behind and fuck you in the ass when you grow up, but at least it leaves a tip on the nightstand.

So if you remain loyal to people who abuse and mistreat you, that's called trauma bonding. If you only feel normal if you're doing something extreme or high-risk, that's trauma arousal. If you've developed intense self-loathing, you've got trauma shame. If you find chemical, mental, or technological ways to numb yourself and your feelings, that's trauma blocking.

How will I know the difference?" "Wounds bring drama and trauma. They don't bring comfort.

A lot of times, people in a family think it's just one person who causes all the trouble," Lorraine, the therapist who lectured us on trauma, is telling the assembly. "But a family is a system, and a sick person is the product of a sick system.

a veces tener memoria es una buena cosa, porque ahí está la historia de tu vida y sin ella no habría nada, pero otras veces tu memoria guarda cosas que preferirías no volver a saber nunca y, por mucho que intentes quitártelas de la cabeza, siempre vuelven.

Every veteran since the first war got fucked big-time. Maybe you should stop feeling sorry for yourself. There's no war long enough or bad enough to mess up your head as bad as you messed it up yourself.

People who spent the war in prison camps have written a lot of books about what a bad time they had, she said quietly, staring into the embers. They don't know what it was like, not being in a camp.

As a society, we denounce delinquents, hoodlums and hooligans, but the truth is that we routinely fail troubled kids before they fail us. More children die each year in the United States from abuse and neglect than from cancer. For every child who dies, thousands are injured, raped or brutally abused. We shrug as millions of children undergo trauma in ways that harm them and unravel our social fabric--and then we blame the kids when things go wrong.

There is something terrible in the moments after waking up, when the subconscious knows that something terrible has happened but before all the memories flash back in their entirety

After something like that . . . well, even though you try to get through it—and might seem fine on the surface—underneath you're a wreck, and you don't even know it. And sometimes, it takes a while to figure out that you're still struggling with everything that happened.

What you experience in the army, aged 18 to 21, is what you take through all your life. You cross invisible lines: you shoot someone, get shot, break into people's houses. It's naive to think you won't carry anything into your life.

I'm still traumatized that I'm going to be on a big screen in a white bikini and naked so who knows!

My husband recalls that I named my attacker as Brett Kavanaugh.

In listening to the narratives of the Congolese, I came to terms with the extent to which their bodies had become battlefields.

He rarely smoked, but once in a while, like now, when his world had been shaken, his woman nearly killed in front of his eyes, and he'd watched a house consume a man and spit him out, he figured a drag or two were appropriate.

We used various things to cope with whatever ordeals we went through as children… Traumatized is just a word to describe those things, it isn't a judgment.

Violence, once committed, lingered behind and subtly worked on those sensitive to its ugliness.

She didn't want to go up to him and find him dead. She'd found enough dead people, their bodies soaking in bright red blood. Who knew there was do much blood in the human body? Or that it could be so sticky and get everywhere?