Quotes About Trauma

I was an emotional wreck even as a young child, fearful and tearful.

After my head injury, I was, like, bipolar, an emotional wreck.

I was shot in the wrist when I was a kid. Deliberately.

World War II was a trauma that paralysed writers. It was something metaphysical, diabolical.

If you're working, it's the best therapy for posttraumatic stress," Juan says. Studies have shown that the gravity of posttraumatic stress is directly proportional to the length of time one lives with the threat of death, and Juan slowly unwinds the trauma of the sixty-nine days he lived inside a thundering mountain by going to work, fixing machines, then going back home, and then returning to work again.

I have seen something of the horrors of war, and much too much of the worse horrors of peace.

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.

In the eyes of the Jews, thinking exclusively in terms of their own history, the catastrophe that had befallen them under Hitler, in which a third of the people perished, appeared not as the most recent of crimes, the unprecedented crime of genocide, but, on the contrary, as the oldest crime they knew and remembered.

What for Hitler , the sole, lonely plotter of the Final Solution (never had a conspiracy, if such it was, needed fewer conspirators and more executors), was among the war's main objectives, with its implementation given top priority, regardless of economic and military considerations, and what for Eichmann was a job, with its daily routine, its ups and downs, was for the Jews quite literally the end of the world.

Everything," she said. Her mouth tightened. "Stewart Green was a psychopath. He stalked me. He beat me. He threatened to kill me." "Why?" "What part of the word 'psychopath' confused you?

I was stabbed when I was 17. It was touch and go, and my lung collapsed, and I was in hospital for five days. It is part of my back story.

I first came to Delhi with my parents when I was 15 years old. We went to see the Red Fort, and I was walking behind my parents, and some guy who was walking along touched me inappropriately. I screamed, but he was acting so cool about it. I did not create any further scene and left.

I didn't hear anybody talking about the plight of a soldier coming back home and what he'd gone through. That was why I wrote about that stuff. If somebody else had done it, I probably wouldn't have touched the subject.

Even now I can't trust life. It did too many awful things to me as a kid.

Research points to the fact that being born without trauma is the foundation for having an intact capacity to love and trust.

Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats.

Realizing that the majority of kids that get molested feel that it is their fault, along with shame, those kids have no idea what to say or do to try to report anything, and add that with the lack of education, it is a complete recipe for disaster that leads to non-reporting of molestation.

The worst wounds, the deadliest of them, aren't the ones people see on the outside. They're the ones that make us bleed internally.

The worst wounds, the deadliest of them, aren't the ones people see on the outside. They're the ones that make us bleed internally.

The first year holds trauma unlike any other. The second year is a time of learning hard lessons, facing harsh realities, understanding that you, alone, are responsible for the life change you must accept, the new life you must develop.

Our hysterical patients suffer from reminiscences.

The cod collapse was an ecological and economic catastrophe that cost forty thousand jobs and gutted entire communities. A disaster of these proportions in Ontario would have been cosidered a national trauma. But there was no soul-searching about the cod. No heads rolled. There was no Royal Commission.

The first century of the plague had seen the country turned upside down. In the twilight years of Edward III it seemed that nothing could damage the greatness of the Plantagenet royal estate. But the world of the village went from impoverished claustrophobia to traumatized infection. A hundred years later, everything had been upended, courtesy of King Death.

But war only ends for those who have not been in one.