#trauma

I think the thumb print on the throat of many people is childhood trauma that goes unprocessed and unrecognized. ↗

— Tom Hooper

#goes #i #i think #many #people

Divorce is one of the most financially traumatic things you can go through. Money spent on getting mad or getting even is money wasted. ↗

— Richard Wagner

#even #financially #getting #go #mad

I don't carry any early childhood trauma around with me, if that's what you're hinting at. The story of the bicycles - and there were three of them which were stolen from me - I've dealt with it well. ↗

— Angela Merkel

#around #bicycles #carry #childhood #dealt

The results of any traumatic experience, such as abuse, can only be resolved by experiencing, articulating, and judging every facet of the original experience within a process of careful therapeutic disclosure. ↗

— Alice Miller

#any #articulating #careful #disclosure #every

When you're surrounded by friends and exes, there's a whole lot of stuff that starts crawling out. But however serious and traumatic those experiences may be to the participant, to the onlooker they're hilarious. ↗

— Steven Moffat

#experiences #friends #hilarious #however #lot

The American foreign policy trauma of the sixties and seventies was caused by applying valid principles to unsuitable conditions. ↗

— Henry A. Kissinger

#american foreign policy #applying #caused #conditions #foreign

I don't need to manufacture trauma in my life to be creative. I have a big enough reservoir of sadness or emotional trauma to last me. ↗

— Sting

#big enough #creative #emotional #enough #i

These days, there are a great many books about childhood trauma and its effects, but at the time all the experts agreed that one should forget about it as quickly as possible and pick up where you left off. ↗

— Peter Straub

#agreed #books #childhood #days #effects

The power we discover inside ourselves as we survive a life-threatening experience can be utilized equally well outside of crisis, too. I am, in every moment, capable of mustering the strength to survive again—or of tapping that strength in other good, productive, healthy ways. ↗

— Michele Rosenthal

#self-awareness #self-confidence #self-empowerment #trauma #traumatic-epiphonies

I remembered during puberty, through the anorexic mists of intermittent menstrual cycles, that man, my father, lifting Shirley's nightdress over her head and asking her in his mocking way to choose what colour condom she wanted. 'Red or yellow?' Which did she choose? I can't remember. Perhaps she alternated. Perhaps there were other colours. It didn't happen once. It happened again and again. I had no power to stop it. That man, my father, had some control over me. I was drugged by the black silence in that big house, the vile whiff of aftershave, the crushing torment of inevitability. My father fucked Shirley using red or yellow condoms and it was those condoms that brought it all to an end. It was my last realization of the day; any more would have been too much to contemplate. That time when my mother had found used condoms in bedroom, he had admitted, after a pointless burst my father's of denial, that he had been going to prostitutes. That was no doubt true but I can't imagine clients take used condoms away with them; prostitutes would surely get rid of the things. No. My father kept those used condoms as a prize. He was fucking his fourteen-year-old-daughter. He was proud of it. Rebecca welled up with tears. Poor thing, she kept saying. Poor thing. ↗

— Alice Jamieson

#child-abuse #child-rape #child-sexual-abuse #condoms #dissociation