trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
Can I Be Your Kid Tonight?
When you’re a kid, sleepovers with friends can be super fun. You get to eat junk food and watch movies with your besties, then you can whisper to each other long after it’s time for lights out. Sleepovers are childhood adventures, a sign that your parents (and your friend’s parents) think you’re old enough to have friends stay overnight. Most likely, there’s a verbal agreement between parents and special arrangements are made for delivery, duration, and pickup of the visiting child. Fun, right?
By Catherine Kenwell4 years ago in Psyche
A Goodbye to my Father
Dad, I wonder if you look down and see the harm that was done by your death, did you ever think? I used to be so angry with you, asking and screaming up to the sky, "why did you do this to me?" However, it was never about me, it was about you. I was so selfish to think you did not think about your daughter, to not realize how much pain you were in to push yourself to do what you did. You were in pain and you could no longer find the help to heal your aching heart.
By Savanna Moore4 years ago in Psyche
INTENSE
I YELLED IT LOUD AND PLAIN, " Leave me alone!... I'm not interested... I have a husband... if you don't quit, I'll cut your fuckin dick off!" I reached for the knife I'd taken from the table at the restaurant earlier. I was serious. He... they were driving me crazy and no amount of complaints or waving for help had changed the situation. That had become my line of defense.. a warning of pinched nerves for uninvited sexual throes. Uninvited and seemingly part of a game... gender-centered or not. A game... hate game short of the usual punch and slap approach offered by "other than affectionate" men.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Psyche
Today I Want to Blow My Head Off
You want to know what living with a brain injury is like? Today, for example, I simply want to blow my head off. Why? It’s not because I’m angry or I want to hurt myself. It’s because the ringing in my ears is so loud, so all-consuming, that it eclipses every other sound around me.
By Catherine Kenwell4 years ago in Psyche
When I Walked Away!
It had been only six months and my marriage was going down the tubes fast. As much as I hated to admit it at the time, I had been played by a man who could be very abusive. The red flags were there and I was just blinded by his charm initiative. Also, I do not do vague well. Some people tried to warn me however they did it in very indirect ways. Now after 21 years working with women primarily in the Islamic community who had been victimized now I know why the warnings came in such an indirect manner. It can be dangerous to come right out and tell a woman in our community “You are in danger.” First in our community there is the burden of proof required by our teachings. A very good thing most of the time however not so good in situations of abuse. Then we have people so afraid that what they say could do damage to the community they go just a bit too far to the right when it comes to married women being in potential danger. Also, most women who think they have found a suitable mate many times just do not want to hear it.
By Hadayai Majeed aka Dora Spencer4 years ago in Psyche
Open Scientist
There’s a movement within the scientific community called ‘open science’. The principle of it is that scientists should be 100% transparent about the entirety of their scientific process. Advocates of open science share their data, the code they use for their analyses, and every little detail of their methods, in the hope that their honesty and transparency will serve to advance the progress of science and reveal enduring truths faster than would otherwise be possible.
By Kelsey Schultz4 years ago in Psyche
It's in your head
Art therapy surprised me and changed my life in a way that I could not have predicted. I didn't like the idea at first; I had trouble letting go, and I didn't like the idea of potentially ruining my design. I've learned the hard way that attempting to control the outcome is more destructive.
By Carrie Principe4 years ago in Psyche
To The Kids Who Didn't Want To Be Friends With Me
We look back at those playground days of laughter, running in the sports field, and sitting in the field to make necklaces out of the flowers we didn't know were weeds. That was my school, the sports field was used for recess while the playgrounds were being built for the Elementary school. The kids at my school knew how to make the most of it. There was an amalgamation of activities, and that sports field became an imagination of activities. Recess wasn't just playtime, games, and flowers, it was thirty minutes of lessons about who your friends were and weren't. It was a lesson outside of the classroom.
By Samantha Parrish4 years ago in Psyche
