Quotes About Trauma

I had a really good childhood up until I was nine, then a classic case of divorce really affected me.

I feel compelled to say fuck you fuck you to those of you who have absolutely no regard for me as a person. You have raped me harder than you'll ever know. So again I say fuck you although this phrase has totally lost its meaning. FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU.

If there was one thing their family dynamics proved, it was that everyone managed trauma differently. They all had their own ways of getting by.

The threat of violence can be almost as stressful as actually suffering or witnessing violence.

Six of the stab wounds were in the neck and the other twelve in the stomach. One dug as far down in the belly as the abdominal cavity; another reached the liver. The enormous jugular vein in the neck was completely severed and the body was covered with bruises, on her neck, arms, wrists, and around her thighs.

The worst moment of one's life could be seared into the memory, brighter than any joy.

There are guerrilla armies that make little boys kill their own families. Such acts rip out the soul and make space for beasts to grow inside. Armies need beasts, don't they? Pet beasts, to do their terrible work!

she said she heard nothing, that our friend might well be screaming, but what I heard was only the memory of my own scream trapped like a wasp inside my head.

Thus, melancholia arises when there is failure to recognize the traumatic nature of the wound causing pain.

One victim was sixteen-year-old John Steinbeck. The future author of The Grapes of Wrath returned home from his Californian school one day looking 'pale and dizzy

If a person is continually stressed, the stress uses up the immune system and there's nothing left to fight cancer. (Research has shown that children who suffer abuse are about 50 percent more likely to get cancer than other children.)

People who have PTSD are hyper-alert. Their immune system never rests—it's seen so much danger that it's scanning the environment constantly.

In the long run, shame always outlives physical pain. "Anyone who thinks of a shameful memory will experience it at least as vividly as when they had the original experience,

You were suffering depersonalization, which is when you feel divorced from your own personal self. You don't feel your own bodily sensations or emotions. The world seems hazy, and your connection with yourself breaks down." "I have that a lot. What causes it?" "A traumatic childhood, usually in the early stages of differentiation of self, combined with high anxiety levels.

Almost all abusive parenting is based on generations of the same; those who are abusive were likely themselves abused. That's why there are no villains in these cases, but rather layers of dysfunction to unravel.

People who've suffered that degree of trauma are often irreversibly impaired ... I had to accept the fact that there'd be some residual damage. If babies are starved and fed later, their bones will always show the traces of the lack of food. The same is true of severe abuse. The brain will adapt in strange ways, but it won't ever be fully normal, whatever that means.

excellent tracker; it was also his PTSD. People who have PTSD are hyper-alert. Their immune system never rests—it's seen so much danger that it's scanning the environment constantly. That's part of what makes PTSD so hard to live with.

fight cancer. (Research has shown that children who suffer abuse are about 50 percent more likely to get cancer than other children.)

People who have PTSD are hyper-alert. Their immune system never rests—it's seen so much danger that it's scanning the environment constantly. That's part of what makes PTSD so hard to live with.

PTSD. People who have PTSD are hyper-alert. Their immune system never rests—it's seen so much danger that it's scanning the environment constantly.

bruised, a battered internal condition that figuratively showed on the outside. Like someone had beaten her within an inch of her life in some ingenious way that left no marks.

Arion appeared unconscious, his skin ashen, and blood spurted

You can never forget what you do in a war, September my love. No one can. You won't forget your war either.

And I was – still am – in a state of permanent terror that the pancreatitis may return. I still have nightmares about hospital and it is two years since my last admission. Those nights in A&E haunt me, and will probably do so forever, with their brutality and pain. No wonder I took a bit more, then a bit more, until it all spiralled out of control. No wonder I tried to run from those damaging memories into the arms of mother opiate. Charlie