trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
Defining child abuse and what it entails
"Child abuser" is a powerful expression and most of us will tiptoe around it before making serious accusations. Abusive parents hurt their children because they don't realize the impact of their actions and don't think of themselves as abusers. Abused children tend to forgive their parents' behaviors because they think the harm is not intended. Child abuse is a difficult issue to tackle because parents and children do not know what it is to begin with. As a result, no solution is brought up to address child abuse and the consequent psychological trauma children face long after they became adults.
By Flora Silver5 years ago in Psyche
The Story of Me:
It's hard to know where to start this story as I have tried to block out a lot of the hate and pain I went through from birth to 5 years old. This first part of a series of my life as it actually happened is about my early childhood the best I can remember it. This first part might jump around but as we get into my adolescence I promise to follow a more timelined approach to my writing.
By Ethan Slyder5 years ago in Psyche
The Rock Collection
“Laura, watch my tables, I’m going to pop out back for a smoke really quick.” I don’t wait to see if she heard me, I know everyone else did so I slipped out the back door by the walk in freezer. When it gets really hot in the kitchen they prop the back door open and hope for a cool breeze to float through past the grills and ovens. I heard the Spanish music playing in the kitchen as I walked past a row of cars to the little island of trees by the dumpsters.
By Randi Valtierra5 years ago in Psyche
Living With Trauma
Has something ever happened in your life that is always holding a part of you back or making you feel depressed? This sort of this happens to a lot of people and it is nothing to be ashamed of because, in most cases the traumatic events or experiences were not your fault. Moving forward with your life after trauma is an extremely hard thing to do. For some, the trauma causes people to develop depression, post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) or anxiety. This can then lead to having to see a therapist to heal the pain and work through the trauma. In this article I will be speaking about traumatic experiences such as domestic abuse and bullying. If these topics trigger you I recommend clicking off of this page now.
By Karly Krull5 years ago in Psyche
Abused
Most people who have never experienced it would think that if you are abused sexually it comes from a stranger from a club or even a robber on the street. But most of the time that's far from the truth. The majority of the time it is from those close to us. People that are supposed to protect us. Unfortunately, that is the case for me as well. If I am looking on the bright side, I can say that it wasn't a family member. I was actually sexually abused by two different people. The first time was when I was about 11 or 12 by my big brother's best friend at that time. He would come and touch me and my little sister whenever no one was paying attention. At first, we thought it was a game. We would go around giggling thinking it was fun and we were pretty and cool because an older guy was calling us beautiful and rubbing on us. Soon things began to get more serious and I came to realize that something was wrong. To make sure he didn't do anything to my little sister anymore I would always distract him and let him touch me instead. I thought that was as far as it would go. I was very wrong. One day while everyone was downstairs asleep in the living room he woke me up. He told me that my mom had said for me to go upstairs and sleep in my room. I was so tired I didn't even question it, I was so sleepy that I didn't even make it to the bed. We had bunk beds and I had the top bunk so I just curled up on the carpet. I doze back off. When I wake up again he's already on top of me. I get so scared that I freeze up and don't make a sound. As soon as he entered me I made a noise causing him to cover my mouth. I just remember being so scared and in so much pain that it was like I wasn't even in my own body anymore. Even though it is embarrassing to say I also pooped on myself a little during the process. He was quick to notice. He told me to put it in my mouth to clean it off. I refused. He said if I didn't he would keep going until I have his baby. Since I was so young at the time I didn't know how that all worked, all I knew is that I didn't want to have a baby and I definitely didn't want that thing in my mouth. He finishes and all I did was clean up then go back to bed curled up in a ball. About a week goes by and I'm at school. Suddenly I'm throwing up and not feeling good. Instantly my mind flashes back to that moment. I start panicking and the school calls my mom. I eventually tell my mom what happened and my siblings ended up finding out as well. Since my mom had to take me to get tested and everything they found out since they had to ride with us. I got teased and bullied a lot at that moment. No one but my mom believed me. It was a very traumatic experience. I became depressed. I made many unsuccessful suicide attempts. There is still much more to that story but I will add more once I find out if my story can actually relate to people and reach out to others.
By KAMARIA OKIRO5 years ago in Psyche
Abuse & Mental Health
I've been depressed for a long time. It's something that has taken up most of my life, to be honest. I remember being 5 years old and looking at my mother and soon to be stepfather and saying "I wish I had never been born". My mom didn't even know how to react to that. My stepfather made me break down the sentence and define each word, thinking that maybe I didn't understand what I was saying. But I knew. I knew then, and I know now. That feeling has never gone away, and throughout the course of my life it has only progressively gotten worse. These days I don't say I wish I had never been born as much, it's usually more like "I don't know how to do this" or "I don't want to do this anymore".
By Morgan Varis5 years ago in Psyche
Allisons Story
He swung knocking her head up against the wall, she held her hands up trying to block the swings but the fist where hard and came down on her face with force, she drops to her knees holding one hand up begging him to stop, He kicks her in her ribs, she screams in pain she staying still as he continues to kick her hoping that it ends soon. He is about to give one more kick, he draw’s back with force for one last kick, but he stops in the mist of it, realizing while looking down at her that she had enough. He walks away while grabbing his bear off the table and leaves her there in her own blood crying trying to figure out what she did wrong.
By rachell patillo5 years ago in Psyche
Her Name Is Hope
10/13/19 “Her Name is Hope” I think I might be in love with Death. The problem is that I can only meet him once, so, for now, I have to settle for his cousin, Hope. Hope is a disease. She feeds me the belief that things will change, that things will get better. Logically, I know they won’t. I know that Hope is lying. But here’s the thing about Hope: she’s manipulative, but you can’t help but love her. She’ll tell you everything will be ok and make you trust her. And then she’ll break you. She takes you out at the knees and stabs you in the back. But you’ll forgive her, love her again with her sweet and beautiful face. You’ll breathe in her promises of next times and live her lies. She’ll get you high just to break your mind.
By Emery Pine5 years ago in Psyche
Bad Girl House 18
I could not stand any more abuse. I could not stay because of the kids. I could not keep convincing myself that someday life wouldn’t be this way. I was finally seeing the situation for what I was. I was in a vicious cycle that was never going to end until I did something about it. I started brainstorming possible ways that I could escape. When we were out, I would pay attention to where churches, restaurants, and hospitals were. If I made it to one of those places, would the people there believe me? Would they let me stay until someone came to pick me up? Would they protect me if John found me? Of course the answer was yes, but I doubted everything around me. My own mind told me that there wasn’t help out there.
By Kathy Sees5 years ago in Psyche
