trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
Thought: I Am Not Good Enough
Toxicity—externally—is chugging the bottle of tequila and blacking out at your local bar. It’s numbing out the internal affairs you have with yourself, while explicitly engaging with another empty soul. How is it easier to lay down with temptation while feeling the strokes of regret penetrating? You attempt to fill in empty promises with another human being who is just as lost as you. So, it’s two blind men guiding each other down the yellow brick road, yet not staying in between the lines.
By Alexa Callaway7 years ago in Psyche
Remembering Trauma - My Story
Back in 2015, I was asking myself what I was passionate about, as I was already feeling quite stuck in the job I had been doing for five years. After some searching within, I decided I would train to be a psychosexual counsellor. My first step was to enroll in a Foundation Certificate in Counselling and Psychotherapy. For me to be able to continue onto the next part of the course, I had to do 50 hours of counselling for myself.
By Pelagia Pais7 years ago in Psyche
One Minute From Bliss
Most days start out like every other day; an alarm clock goes off, a person rolls out of bed, gets dressed, goes to school, the day begins. This is exactly how the day started for Jason Kline. It was especially cold that Wednesday morning, and Jason had been wearing his grey University of Berkeley sweater to stay warm, bundled up, standing at the bus stop.
By Seth Honda7 years ago in Psyche
The Torture Box
When someone is determined to cause pain, they will use almost anything to succeed. During my childhood, I was on the other side of these painful selections. These selections still affect me to this day and add on to the PTSD that I already have based on my childhood abuse. When I was younger, my stepfather was into most of the things dads are into, which included his love for tools. My stepfather enjoyed buying tools and getting tools for Father’s Day; he was always putting stuff together.
By Maelyn Jeffers7 years ago in Psyche
Constructing a Trauma Account
Sometimes it takes a while to figure out if what has happened to you counts as trauma. Not all trauma is capital-T Trauma, and not all trauma causes PTSD. PTSD at its core is a disorder of processing; the brain gets stuck processing the traumatic event(s), and those memories remain active but fragmented. Not everyone who experiences traumatic events gets fully stuck, but processing may be slow and interrupted.
By Ashley L. Peterson7 years ago in Psyche
3 Ways to Heal Following Sexual Assault
For years, sexual assault has been a taboo subject. It’s something we all know happens, but many prefer not to address or acknowledge that it does. This is especially true when it comes to male survivors of sexual assault. It may surprise you to learn that 1 out of every 10 victims of sexual assault are male. This means 2.78 million men have been victims of rape since 1998. Unfortunately, while awareness and support has grown for female victims of sexual assault in the last few years, male victims are still largely ignored or forgotten. While most women feel comfortable speaking with friends about their experiences, men tend to shut down and are less likely to seek help following this kind of trauma. So how can male sexual assault survivors learn to heal and recover?
By Marshall Stevenson7 years ago in Psyche
From the Other Side
The first time I realized that my story may have been different from all of the other children my age, was when I was in grade seven. Aldergrove Public School, the place I don’t like to think about much, the place I was made to realize that I was just a young teenage girl who had been living in isolation most of my years in school. I was the girl who chose to make up excuses so that my teacher would allow me to stay inside for recess. “I’ll do anything, please just, can I stay inside?” Whether it meant wiping boards, or organizing shelves; In my mind, nothing could be worse than going outside and having to pretend as if being alone didn’t bother me. I remember one year, I broke my arm trying to jump off of the swing set, mid air—the swing set my father had built himself in our backyard. I was playing with the only other people I could be comfortable being myself around at the time—my sisters—in the only place I felt comfortable: home. Breaking my arm was painful, but during a school day, it was a blessing in disguise. I didn’t have to make up an excuse for a change. I remember sitting on the windowsill, looking out onto the pavement, and through the portables into the field. I don’t remember what was running through my mind at the time, what I was thinking about, but I remember feeling alone. I felt trapped inside of myself, as if there was more to me than the person I was, and I felt the need to hold that girl captive. I didn’t want anyone to see her. So I stayed quiet most of the time. I hid in the washroom during recess. I took walks through cliques of my fellow classmates, but never stopped to talk to them. I would stand by the double red doors, leaning against the wall, waiting desperately for the bell to ring. I became the odd one; the girl that most of the students poked fun at, perhaps not knowing at the time that the words they used, the words anyone used during that developmental stage of my life in particular, would shape the person I would later become.
By Aisha Chughtai7 years ago in Psyche
People with Violent Intentions Need Help, Too.
As my sister sent a notice to our family group chat this morning, explaining why she didn't have to student teach today, I started to wonder why people are the way they are. If you're unaware of what I'm referring to, basically a young woman (only 18 years old from Miami, FL) was in the Denver area with a shotgun, who had made threats to the Denver-area schools. This young woman was infatuated with the Columbine shooting, and allegedly had violent intentions. She had bought the shotgun when she arrived in Colorado, and was eventually found, apprehended, and then died (All credit for this information to the local news stations in Denver).
By sarah cay smith7 years ago in Psyche
"Fragile - Handle with Care"
Ah yes, mental health.As cliche as it might sound, life truly can and will be a "rollercoaster."Although, I feel thatif you were to more specifically apply that metaphor, it may be more fitting for mental health, or at least mine.I don't want to ramble on providing commonly accepted notions or ideas about the ebb and flow in one's mental state... but sometimes it can be difficult to keep it all together.To bring a more personal lens to the piece, I suffered a medical condition that exclusively bred within my little cranium and in medical terms only lasted three weeks.Those three weeks defined the next eight months of my life. The definitive nature of the impact slowly erode in the following six months... and I estimate around 18 months—from the time I left intensive care. I felt normal again.
By camaïeu cally7 years ago in Psyche
