trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
Battling with Self-Harm
The first time I harmed myself I was 7, I’d never heard or knew anything about people hurting themselves before. All I knew was at first I wanted attention. At seven years old you’re supposed to be playing outside, riding bikes, and playing with Barbie dolls. (Those are the things I used to do). Instead of doing childly things I was earning for my mother's attention. I had just started living with her again.
By Uniquely Dess8 years ago in Psyche
I Struggled but Survived
It all began when my parents divorced. I was seven years old, and didn't really understand what was going on. I know now that it was for the best, and I'm glad it happened when I was so young. Although we moved in with my mum's new boyfriend when I was eight years old. We lived in an upside down house; bedrooms downstairs, kitchen and living-room on the upper level. I came home from school one day, and he was downstairs. I walked into the bedroom as I thought my mum was home and he was watching porn with his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. I was eight years old, I didn't understand it at all. I just walked out and went into my bedroom. It then progressed to him coming into my bedroom at night and doing business over me. Again, I had no idea what was going on, and I was left to clean up the mess. Nobody seemed to notice that my behaviour was becoming progressively worse and I was playing up a lot more. I would see my biological father on weekends, have a really great, relaxing time and then when I'd go home, I would play up and my mum would think that it was because I'd seen my Dad, when in reality, it was because I was back at home.
By Emily Fowler8 years ago in Psyche
Taken Hostage
There comes a time in all of our lives where we must make certain choices that will define our future and most of you have families that stand behind whatever your decision may be. Whether you choose a college, or to take some time off school for traveling. However, my family did not much support my particular decision as I chose to take off right after high school to go on let’s just say a magical journey to locate my birth mother. I had grown up without her and needless to say there were questions that spun around in my head. Like most people who might have grown up with one parent; I wondered why was I not good enough!
By Alyssa Horn8 years ago in Psyche
Knowing the Signs
I wish someone would have seen the signs; I had bursts of anger, I self-harmed, I wet my bed until I was in second grade, and I never seemed to know my boundaries. When I was in elementary school, I was the sort of kid that everyone knew because I was always in someone's face, gleeful and bright. I was kind, intelligent, and played in the dirt until my hands and clothes were covered in muck. But when I transferred schools, I started to remember things that I had hidden in the back of my mind.
By Alastor Kommer8 years ago in Psyche
27 Years Silent
After 27 years of being on this planet, I have finally decided to write this book. I have purposely put it off to try and ward off negative reviews about it because I’m a first time writer. But my life is interesting and I have said numerous times that it should be a movie. So here it is my life in black and white for the whole world to see.
By Autumn Walker8 years ago in Psyche
A Story of Abuse and a New Beginning
It was the early morning of April 13, 1999 a beautiful pair of twins were born. My brother and I were born. We were just coming into this world experiencing a touch besides each other's, our mother's. For a while it was just us, my mom, and my dad. Little did we know we would be getting a little sister soon. Then a year and a day later, April 14, 2000, our little sister was born. From what I remember, we were living a pretty happy life. The three of us and my parents. Fun days out at grandma's farm with cousin Sean. I am told the four of us used to be inseparable, and we were always playing and having a blast. Those were good times indeed. Then one day tragedy. I don't remember the exact date or really much from that day. I just remember that as the day that would change my life forever. It was the day I would lose my family.
By Aunisty Linville8 years ago in Psyche
Involuntary Memory Suppression/False Memories
Many studies have been done to prove that our brains are capable of involuntarily blocking out painful memories. I, myself have experienced this first-hand. In fact there is an entire 3-4 year period of time that doesn’t exist in my mind. Because of the journals and writings I kept, I know some of what happened during that time. However, if I actually try to think back to specific circumstances, conversations, etc, it is just all so black. It’s like my mind comes to a fork in the road and just stops as if there’s nowhere else to go.
By Brittany Stengel8 years ago in Psyche
