Quotes About Trauma

The girl said, 'Sometimes you locked me in my room with only water. I had to ration the water. That was a terrible thing to do to a little girl. I thought I would be there forever. I thought I would die. I think I might have come close to dying. A few times.

In their wedding photos, they both have the blank-eyed, sedated look of recent trauma victims.

You think terrible things happened on the battlefields, but terrible things happened in ordinary suburban homes.

Those who have experienced traumatic events speak about their profound realizations of the importance of kindness, the power of love and their appreciation for what remains. It appears that this level of insight often comes from suffering.

I'd heard veteran cops talk about life altering cases. Cases that haunt a cop long after they're closed. I've had cases like that myself. Cases that fundamentally changed me. Changed the way I view people. The way I perceive my job as a cop. The way I see myself. Standing there with the stench of blood filling my nostrils, I know this is going to be one of those cases.

I had the misfortune of meeting Chuck Traynor. He started out as a nice person and then did a complete 180 and beat me up from that day forward, physically, mentally, and psychologically. The psychological damage will never go away

I think my biggest focus for myself is learning how to continue to get through the trauma that my father has caused in my life.

physically. The biggest worry for an abused woman is her small children.

I suppose that's a common conceit, that you've already been so damaged that damage itself, in its totality, makes you safe.

I suppose that's a common conceit, that you've already been so damaged that damage itself, in its totality, makes you feel safe.

you've already been so damaged that damage itself, in its totality, makes you safe.

I suppose that's a common conceit, that you've already been so damaged that damage itself, in its totality, makes you safe.

We can be world-beaters, and run whole companies, and then claim to be traumatized by a hand on our knee when helplessness is politically useful.

Jayne was left an only child after her younger sister committed suicide in adolescence (a tragedy, yes, but one whose psychic statute of limitations might have run out by now - not that you'd get his wife to relinquish the trauma , which seemed to confer the special-protection status of landmark architecture.

She groomed me to have sex with her lover when I was thirteen.' 'Her lover?' 'David Thomsen. He was forty-six. Maybe older. She wanted me to get pregnant by him because she wasn't able to. So she groomed me. She left me alone with him. Made out it was romantic.

You find that with children who've shared a childhood trauma: it's like a fine wire that runs between you; you can feel the tug on it from time to time.

You. You and your fucking "tie me up" bullshit. You and your other guys. Guys who've done that to you. Every time I shut my eyes, there they are. Lined up. And I can't, I cannot get them out of my head, Rachel. You put them there. Bunch of fucking creeps.

She thought of how she'd contorted herself and her habits and her behaviour for twenty years to be a person who would not be raped, and now she had been raped in the place where she was meant to be safe, by the person who was meant to protect her. She felt the artifice of the last twenty years of her life, the pointlessness and futility of it. She might as well have taken the shortcut, worn the tarty top, flirted with the shady guy. She might as well have lived her life free.

A life lived in fast-forward and now, apparently, she should peak and crest and then come slowly, contentedly down the other side, but it doesn't feel as if there ever was a peak, rather an abyss formed of trauma that she keeps circling and circling with a knot of dread in the pit of her stomach.

ever since I did what I did to him. I am Phin's living, breathing nightmare and he hates me. And when you hate someone, it leaves deeper scars on your psyche than loving someone ever can.

Wearing nice underwear. Ready for sex. But that wasn't what he wanted. He raped me in his kitchen. He pushed me into broken glass. Look.' Lucy pulls up her T-shirt to show Rachel the small livid scar that is still there, over a year later. 'I was bleeding and in pain and he kept raping me and there was this knife. The knife I'd been using to slice the tomatoes.

In August of 2002, I survived a car accident. Although I can still see the van speeding toward us, I cannot bring to mind the crash itself - only its aftermath.

There are endless new variations on how to hurt a woman physically, emotionally, financially, and socially.

People can have a variety of concerns at the same time. Even those undergoing grave or traumatic experiences will acknowledge the need for lightness or even entertainment.