trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
They called me Delusional
You enjoy the sensual pleasures for a period of twenty years when the senses are strong. What is this short evanescent period of twenty years in eternity? What is this despicable, jarring, monotonous sensual life, compared with the eternal and peaceful life in the immortal Self within? If the nerve of taste, the glosso-pharyngeal gets paralysed, you cannot enjoy different kinds of palatable dishes. If your retina or optic nerve is paralysed, you cannot enjoy diverse beautiful forms. If the auditory nerve is paralysed, you cannot hear melodious music. If the olfactory nerve is paralysed, you cannot enjoy various kinds of sweet fragrance. If your sensory nerve of the hands is paralysed, you cannot enjoy soft things. If the nerve origin is paralysed, you cannot enjoy conjugal bliss. Do you not now clearly see that this world is a mere play of nerves? Do you not understand that this universe of opposites is illusory?
By Yogesh Sawant4 years ago in Psyche
Genie: Valuable Lessons from Tragic Circumstances
Most everyone in the psychology world knows the name Genie and is at least somewhat familiar with the unique case behind it. Genie’s story is one of tragedy, triumph, and immense growth, but the execution of the research surrounding it was nowhere close to perfect, and it’s important to question this execution in case the opportunity to repeat this study were to arise. What could the researchers have done differently, and where did their priorities lie? Additionally, it’s worthwhile to consider questions both answered and raised by Genie’s case, such as what does this case teach people about language learning, and how does it support Chomsky’s theory of language acquisition and the behaviorist view of language learning?
By Celia Pyburn4 years ago in Psyche
My Story
I have felt like journaling about this for some time now. To put a portion of what I have experienced into writing. I ask myself, why? For what purpose? I don't really know. I think one, is to legitimize it for myself. To tell it. I am very thankful for this platform, because now people can hear it. It can be more than scribbles in my pages.
By Priscilla Boot4 years ago in Psyche
The year my mother collapsed at Thanksgiving
I got the text Thanksgiving evening from my cousin who I had not seen in many years but was very fond of. He and his sister were younger than me and always went to the family holiday occasions, long after I estranged myself from everyone. They were my mother's only (alive) sisters' kids. I was my mother's only child and had left at 16, forcibly and due to abuse. I had no regrets going no contact for years after but my cousins would still keep in touch here and there via text or socials.
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Psyche
I Broke Our Suicide Pact and You Died Alone
When I did first read those words, three weeks had already passed since you placed them on your Facebook wall. I immediately called your cell; It was dead. I rang your burner; you didn’t pick up. I texted you; you didn’t respond.
By Juliette Roanoke4 years ago in Psyche
Redefining Myself
There are moments in life that define us, and sometimes moments so traumatic we need to redefine ourselves. We hear about these life events happening to other people but are rarely prepared for them to touch our lives. I was in shock when I found myself lying in the street, and my daughter tipped over in the bike trailer after a driver crashed into us. Moments earlier, the car had been moving towards my bike, and I didn’t have time to get us out of the way. My daughter was crying, and I tried my best to calm down. We did the best we could in that horrible, unexpected moment.
By Shailah Handy4 years ago in Psyche
Flash back to the crush
After the tragic events of the deaths at the Astroworld concert memories were triggered. I have been at the front for many concerts over many years, this event brought flashbacks of the biggest and most tragic. It was when I was 18, although I am now 51 some days it seems very recent.
By ASHLEY SMITH4 years ago in Psyche
