Quotes About Trauma

'A Long Way Gone' says something about human nature that we try, most of the time, to ignore.

My childhood ended in 1942. I was 12, and for the next three years, I lived under incessant bombings. It was a life of constant fear.

I've never been to a class reunion or anything because I'm always afraid of that one - there's going to be some 'Carrie'-like incident.

it is a fact that eleven million Africans were forcibly carried abroad, more than nine million of them to the Americas.

slave rebellions occurred on approximately 10 percent of all slave ships

J.W. and Roy didn't just snatch the childhood away from Emmett; they stole it from every single black child in Mississippi.

Their fathers had been slaughtered over the stretch of a half-century by the Persians, their mothers raped. And still they had not caved in.

To actually begin to live with the awareness that her own mother used her for sexual purposes is the most devastating experience she has had to endure.

Some types of child abuse, notably sexual abuse, lead to the traumatized individual to fuse sexualization with affection, such that any positive relationship has strong sexual overtones.

It is not okay to 'live and let live,' to let 'bygones be bygones,' to 'forgive and forget,' to let the 'past be the past' or any of the other clichés your family and friends will try to persuade you to forget about what happened and to move on. Try not to accept these messages.

You can avoid the issues from abuse for only so long. Sooner or later, the problems in your life cause you to either face it or go deeper into denial. Most of you will eventually be forced into admitting that it is indeed the sexual abuse that is the root of your problems. Even then, the tendency will be to 'forgive and forget' in the belief that by doing so the pain will be assuaged.

Later that night I wake up screaming. A rat is at me, biting and biting me, and I cannot move.

Look at an infantryman's eyes and you can tell how much war he has seen.

But Hitler is not tranquil. His right eardrum was ruptured in the bomb blast during the assassination attempt and has only recently stopped bleeding. That same blast hurled him to a concrete floor, bruising his buttocks "as blue as a baboon's behind" and filling his legs with wooden splinters as it ripped his black uniform pants to shreds. However

Trauma fractures comprehension as a pebble shatters a windshield. The wound at the site of impact spreads across the field of vision, obscuring reality and challenging belief.

They say that abandonment is a wound that never heals. I say only that an abandoned child never forgets.

The walking wounded, impaired in life and dissected in death, were our primary clues to where and how parts of the brain work.

I did not know that the wounds of war are often invisible.

I looked, and saw that Bob had entirely lost his left ear, and a large piece from his left cheek. His right eye was a little discoloured, and the blood flowed profusely from his wounds.

Because I had a lot of emotional upheaval in my life, I'm attracted to stories about characters whose lives are full of wounds and secrets. I'm not interested in who's going to ask me to the prom. I never went to a prom.

I think, for me as an artist, there are no boundaries. As long as I'm creating in a way that isn't trying to re-traumatize any wounds that I do have.

They say that it's rare, and for the longest time, I felt alone being a victim of TSS. It not only left physical wounds but mental ones. I battled PTSD and fell into a dark depression after what happened. I melted into my bed, and life just sort of stopped.

My daughter couldn't wake me up, so they called 911. They rushed me to the hospital. They drilled a hole in my head and wrapped a coil around my brain. I was unconscious for a week, and I was in rehab for two months - couldn't walk, couldn't talk. Now I've relearned everything. I'm so happy.

When I was born, the umbilical cord came wrapped around my neck, so when I came out, I wasn't breathing.