Quotes About Trauma

Just because you can't see my scars it doesn't mean that I've never been hurt. Emotional scars can't be seen and sometimes they never heal.

The scars you cant see are the hardest to heal.

He had a jagged scar on one leg, a seam that stitched his dark brown flesh from heel to knee, wrapping around the muscles of the calf and burying itself in the shadow beneath the tunic. It looked like it had been a knife, I thought, or something like it, ripping upwards and leaving behind feathered edges, whose softness belied the violence that must have caused it.

Ultimately, thousands of children were separated from adults in the span of a month between May and June, typically one of the higher months for border crossings. Hundreds would remain separated from their parents for years, incurring incalculable psychological damage.

IN ONE OF his last psychoanalytic papers, D. W. Winnicott wrote: Fear of breakdown is the fear of a breakdown that has already been experienced.

If you're looking for sexual tidbits as a female child, and the only ones that present themselves depict child rape or other violations...then your sexuality will form around that fact.

Trauma occurs when something happens that's too horrible for your brain to deal with, so you just store it away. Over time, the horrible thing, which is still there, starts coming out in a variety of ugly ways, causing mental problems that you don't even associate with the trauma because it happened so long ago.

I don't know. He was hit hard. Bleeding out his mouth, bright red blood, so he probably took a hit to his lung. He was alive when they took him into the operating room . . ." Lucas gave him the details he had, then gave the phone to the highway patrolman, who knew Wood, and Wood confirmed Lucas's status.

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Imagine waking up and finding your first and last view of the world was a shotgun barrel. That'd be a hell of a life.

You just know this is going to be bad, Susan said. —but when I went to college, Harry continued, throwing a piece of bread at Susan, if your roommate died, you were usually allowed to skip your finals for that semester. You know, because of the trauma. And oddly enough, your roommate got to skip them, too, Susan said. For much the same reason.

The next day, I got shot in the head. Before that happened, though, I fell out of my bunk. The falling out of the bunk was not the important part.

A war doesn't merely kill off a few thousand or a few hundred thousand young men. It kills off something in a people that can never be brought back. And if a people goes through enough wars, pretty soon all that's left is the brute, the creature that we—you and I and others like us—have brought up from the slime.

A scar had been beaten into his mind which would only heal by experience.

The abused children are alone with their suffering, not only within the family, but also within themselves. They cannot crate a place in their own soul where they could cry their beart out.

There was mental and physical abuse in my family.

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken family?

I began to speak well at a very advanced age - 15, 16, 17 years old. It was psychological: the trauma of war, my family and growing up on my own. I was more or less a street kid.

As in so many cases of sexual abuse within the family, it is much more complicated than had it been done by a stranger.

I came from a dysfunctional family - very dysfunctional. And my father used to find great humor in throwing me down the stairs.

You grow up with your father holding you down and covering your mouth so another man can make a horrible searing pain between your legs.

Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same. And I still remember how you kept me so afraid.

My father rebelled ferociously against his conservative upbringing where his father physically abused him.

When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.