trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
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
The Day I Heard the News
It was sometime in the year 2000. I was in kindergarten, about five years old. It was time for all the parents to round up their kids and haul them off from after-school daycare. My brother and I attended this daycare directly across the street from our elementary school at the time. We had all sorts of activities in which we could partake. We made friends, played games, learned from the daycare staff and our peers, but mostly we just longed to be home and away from the grips of the academic landscape that was school and post-class daycare. We decompressed at home — played with our action figures, plugged in our Nintendo 64, or watched our favorite cartoons on television. That’s what we really looked forward to every day. On a great day, we would congregate with friends in the neighborhood ad pay elaborate, large scale games of tag or cops-and-robbers, or jump on the trampolines at friends’ houses whose parents allowed them to have one. Our parents told us not to jump on them which made us that much more excited to do so. But one day in October, instead of video games, cartoons and trampolines, the rest of our day would turn out to be more memorable than an episode of our favorite cartoon.
By Hogan England4 years ago in Psyche
