trauma
At its core, trauma can be thought of as the psychological wounds that persist, even when the physical ones are long gone.
Emotional Abuse Is Common, So Why Isn't It Taken Seriously?
And though these allegations were mostly met with an out pour of support, many people believe Chloe Dykstra was never abused at all. Even though she mentions sexual abuse as part of the torment her former partner put her through, most of the other allegations are emotional rather than physical. Many people seem to be under the assumption that since Chloe Dykstra was never hit, then she never actually experienced any abuse.
By Sydney Lovell7 years ago in Psyche
The Worst Summer
The summer that I will never forget started with the stupidest mistake. As a young girl at the age of 13, I was just like any other girl. I had secrets that any girl this age would have, so I decided to write about them in a diary on the computer. During this time, we had the floppy disc, so I had a pink one, and I used this as my diary. Every night before I went to bed I would use this to vent about school and anything else that I was going through. All the things I was going through included having a boring summer, wanting to talk to my crush, and how I didn't want to live with my abusive stepfather. I wrote about how I didn't like being abused and molested and how I didn't want to be mean to my mom. My stepfather didn't like us to talk to our mother or spend time with her at all so if we did we were in trouble. Anyways, I can remember this day like it was yesterday I was sitting on the computer and I decided it was getting late and I needed to take a shower, so I got up and did so. Little did I know I left my floppy disc in the computer and that my stepfather was going to take advantage and read it. Honestly, I believe that a day or so went by before I realized that I lost my diary, the day I was reminded was when my stepfather called me into my room and told me to close the door. When he said close the door you knew that one or two things was going to happen, one I was about to be molested etc. or two I was about to get one of the worst beatings of my life. I remember being questioned for hours that night about which boys I liked and if I loved my mom or if I loved him. My sisters were also questioned as well but then he finally brought up the floppy disc and that’s when I knew why all these things were happening. That night I was in for one of the worst summers of my life. That night my stepfather introduced a new kind of punishment, he told me to go outside and just stand there. I had no shoes on or anything and I was just told to stand there. This was one of the first times I literally watched the sky turn from night to day. I was still questioned a million times and I was beaten by his fist and told that from that point forward I was in another boat. For him this meant that I was no longer his family and I was more like an enemy because I wrote about in my diary. He couldn’t stand the thought of someone being “against him.” Anyway, long story short my summer was filled with unlikable beatings. I was beaten naked with a belt almost every day. I was raped, and I was once tied to the post of parent’s bed and beaten naked. One day I thought I could get a break from the pain so I screamed that I had to use the bathroom thinking, “Ok he’ll stop beating me.” Nope! That didn’t happen. Instead, he came in the bathroom and beat me while I was sitting on the toilet, and then, after, he proceeded to tie me back up to the bed and gagged me with a sock so my little brother wouldn’t hear me in the room. It seemed like this summer all he had was time and I felt like it was never going to end. I wasn’t allowed to watch TV, eat, or talk to anyone, I just had to sit there until night time came and I was sent outside because my stepfather “couldn’t stand the thought of me.” This summer was filled with even more unthinkable things, but I can’t even continue typing because the pain is coming back……
By Maelyn Jeffers7 years ago in Psyche
Through the Television
Has anyone ever watched television and thought to themselves, hmm what if I did that? In my childhood, I dealt with a lot of pain and suffering. The pain was from my stepfather, this kind of pain is something that haunts me every day, and I always think to myself could I have done more. I am obsessed with ID Discovery if anyone doesn't know what this is it is a channel that plays all kinds of crime shows. Some of these shows are about people who've survived traumatic events. While watching these shows I get jealous sometimes. Why do I get jealous? I get jealous because I didn't have the courage to save my sisters when they were getting beaten and raped, I didn't have the courage to tell the teacher the truth when he or she asked me why I had a black eye. I remember when I was in elementary school and I got called to the nurse's office. As I walked to the office, I became nervous because I knew why I knew why I was getting sent there. The day before my stepdad put his hands on my sister and me. I can't remember what it was about exactly, but I know the punishment was brutal. This punishment left a big scar on my face because my stepdad hit me in the face with a back scratcher (it looks like a fork). The teacher asked me before she sent me to the nurse's office what happened and I told her my sister and I got into a fight. Fast forwarding to when school was over I can remember sitting on the school bus and looking out the window. As I was looking out the window, I saw the nurses I was speaking to walking with a police officer and the principal. My stomach immediately dropped, and I began to panic because I knew they were talking about me. As I got off the bus and walked through the front door, my stepdad greeted my sister and me and prepared us with a story.
By Maelyn Jeffers7 years ago in Psyche
The Noonday Demon
The Noonday Demon By: Xara B. Williams It is one of the most supreme normalcy of life for The Human to endure trauma or tragedy one way or another and in any shape or form. Also common is the fallacious ideology of “getting over” this trauma. It is ignorantly believed that one could fall prey to the Noonday Demon (1) and simply shrug off its clutches and continue about their lives, and this dangerous belief leaves victims vulnerable to the shock of realizing the truth. The truth being, one does not ‘get over depression.’ One does not 'escape’ its emotional upset. One never ‘gets over depression’ because it is the significant loss of happiness and the privation cannot simply be forgotten. We as humans strive for the Ultimate Happiness, or at least a semblance of the feeling, and when this is stripped from our grasp, taken away from our embraces for even just a moment, we are left traumatised and scrambling for any means of coping. Surviving. But this sound loss fuels us with a means to fight for our happiness. This is the long term effect of the Noonday Demon.
By Xara B. Williams8 years ago in Psyche
Suicide Sundays
The birds are chirping. The sun seeps through the shades. Quiet whispers from the wind fill the room, alongside the orange glow. Your eyes fuss, squinting trying to block out the light creeping in. Legs tied up in sheets, you hide your face in one of the pillows, chills run down your spine from the brisk spring air. Your mouth has a funny metallic taste, as you roll over onto your left side, hoping that the sun hasn’t reached the other side of the room, but it has. You realize going back to sleep isn’t an option, and you sit up holding your knees to your chest.
By Dakota Shadow8 years ago in Psyche
