Quotes About Trauma

Their [politicians] fiction mechanisms are immune to trauma.

Nothing can drive one closer to his own insanity than a haunting memory refusing its own death.

I think I wanted to write a book about the relationship between the victim and perpetrator in which the victim agrees to remain silent.

As a counselor I have been taught, and I hold it to be a fundamental truth of human nature, that when someone withholds something traumatic it can cause great damage. When

Pain shared is pain divided, and you are only as sick as your secrets. In a debriefing, you have the opportunity to share those secrets and to share your pain as you come together to help each other through a traumatic event. Those who say that they do not

probability of loss of life after a traumatic event can be greater than loss of life during the event.

after 60 days and nights of constant combat, 98 percent of all soldiers became psychiatric casualties.

Looking another human being in the eye, making an independent decision to kill him, and watching as he dies due to your action combine to form one of the most basic, important, primal, and potentially traumatic occurrences of war.

Some psychiatric casualties have always been associated with war, but it was only in the twentieth century that our physical and logistical capability to sustain combat outstripped our psychological capacity to endure it.

Well, I've been in a few car wrecks.

Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare in the darkness of the soul.

That day I vowed to myself that I would never, ever again give that bitch the satisfaction of hearing me beg her to stop beating me.

David what your mother did to you was wrong. Verry wrong.No child deserves to be treated like that. She's sick.

Gripping my arm, Mother held it in the orange-blue flame. My skin seemed to explode from the heat.

I was abused my family was the "brady bunch

One Child's courage to survive

I didn't know a time when there wasn't a war because I spent all my time from the age of two or three to eight in a coal cellar really.

Whatever had happened to him [Newt] out there — maybe even related to his lingering ankle injury — had been truly awful.

For the first time in his life, Michael understood why real soldiers coming back from real wars often had a hard time getting over the things they'd seen and done. And had done to them. If Michael had a soul, it was starting to leak out of his hopes.

Thomas knew what he thought. Those images would never leave—the Gladers would be haunted by the horrible things that had happened in the Maze for the rest of their lives. He figured that most if not all of them would have major psychological problems. Maybe even go completely nutso.

Hey, back to me, guys. I'm supposed to be traumatized, and you're supposed to be making me feel better. So far, you suck at it.

No one spoke. Thomas stared out the front window in a daze. He'd shot his best friend in the head. Never mind that it was what he'd been asked to do, what Newt had wanted, what he'd pleaded for. Thomas had still pulled the trigger. He looked down, saw that his hands and legs were shaking, and he suddenly felt freezing cold. "What have I done?" he mumbled, but the others didn't say a word.

Thomas's mouth dried up—he'd seen them face to face, remembered it all too well; he had to remind himself to breathe. The others in the room were still; no one made a sound. Fear seemed to hover in the air like a blizzard of black snow.

He heard the hiss right before a billion pounds of dynamite exploded in his shoulder. His mind said goodbye for the third time.