Quotes About Trauma

Tráigame un cirujano, tengo herido el cerebro.

But the hospital also offers the mild, oddly gratifying trauma of sudden stabilization—a transfer out of the too familiar surroundings of home, where all is anxiety and discord, into an orderly and benign detention where one's only duty is to try to get well.

the bloodstained shirt he had taken off earlier

Eureka! I remember now, I accidentally came upon my parents having sex, and the trauma that I've long repressed has caused my inordinate fear of being nailed shut in a cello case.

Once you've been struck by violence, you acquire companions that never leave you entirely: Suspicion, Fear, Anxiety, Despair, Joylessness.

Genocidal societies also show a marked tendency toward what psychologists call "just-world" thinking: Victims are believed to have brought their suffering upon themselves and, thus, to deserve what they get.3

When society denies that ritual abuse exists, it literally denies survivors permission to heal.

Some wounds are invisible. It doesn't mean they're not real.

Try seeking out a trauma-informed yoga instructor or a yoga therapist near you to get help that is specific to grief. If you cannot find a certified trauma-informed or therapeutic yoga instructor in your area, any gentle yoga class will help you relax to work through your moments of intense grief.

When the boys turned the corner was inflammation in the air already forming knuckles as they pummeled the body being kicked and beaten until knocked unconscious his right eye closed shut blood refusing to clot flowing from both ears were they hearing their own breathing their own ears allowing their blows to take custody of this body fallen against the hardness of the concrete floor leveled without give?

How to care for the injured body, the kind of body that can't hold the content it is living? And where is the safest place when that place must be someplace other than in the body?

I'd done my practicum in one of the city's biggest shelters, witnessing the kinds of trauma no human would survive. The one lesson in all that? Animals feel. They're just as sensitive as we are, maybe more.

Wars are remembered when those who were there would rather forget.

Anna O.'s real name was Bertha Pappenheim. Bertha Pappenheim became one of the first social workers in Europe. Her work was recognized in a commemorative German stamp issued in 1954. She was also an early feminist. Her work involved the establishing of homes for prostitutes and unwed mothers. It is possible that, and psychoanalytic terms, this career was on undoing of her own childhood sexual trauma and of the failure of any person in authority to validate its reality or offer comfort.

I don't know. On my last junket I was caught in the middle of a massacre. The one before that I was tortured and left for dead. Joy and recreation seem to have escaped me somehow.

Child abuse casts a shadow the length of a lifetime.

Nenhuma palavra é adequada para o sofrimento causado pela fome. Até hoje eu tenho que mostrar a fome que escapei do seu alcance. Desde que parei de passar fome, literalmente como a própria vida. E quando eu como, fico trancada dentro do gosto de comer. Por sessenta anos, desde que voltei do acampamento, tenho comido contra a fome.

because she remembered things that hurt more easily than anything nice.

What they don't realise is this: Yes, they frighten me, but I have always been scared, since the day I got here. I was raised by the man who murdered my parents, reared in a land of monsters. I live with that fear, let it settle in to my bones, and ignore it. If I didn't pretend not to be scared, I would hide under my owl-down coverlets in Madoc's estate forever. I would lie there and scream until there was nothing left of me. I refuse to do that. I will not do that.

I was passed out cold while my family was murdered. It's hard to fall more lowly that that.

The problem with coming through something terrible and big is that afterward, you're left feeling all the feelings that you shoved down and pushed away.

Vuelvo a casa cubierta de moretones, producto de las caídas y las patadas. Pero hay una cosa que no saben: sí, me dan miedo, pero siempre he vivido asustada, desde el día que llegué aquí. Me crió el hombre que asesinó a mis padres, retenida en una tierra llena de monstruos. Vivo con ese miedo, dejo que se asiente sobre mis huesos y lo ignoro.

Wren was discovered in the flashing lights of a patrol car two years later, walking along the side of a highway. The soles of her shoes were as worn as if she'd danced through them, her clothing was stiff with sea salt, and scars marred the skin of her wrists and cheeks.

Sometimes it seemed as though all her life was already used up in that dark basement, as if her mother's mouth on Tana's arm was the last thing in her life before this that had felt real. Everything else was just prologue and epilogue.