Say Something: Pt 8 The Worth of Statements— I told the detectives and prosecutor I really didn’t know when everything happened. They said to just write on the witness statement what I remember. I had to make a statement.
Years before that courtroom, perhaps when I am sixteen or seventeen and Brenda two years younger, the years hazy from our timeless way of life, Brenda ostensibly broke our silence about our father’s sexual assault of us.
Say Something: Pt 6 The Worth of Being Separate—She tended to say things for effect, so I didn’t enter the conversation, but my sister indicated she knew what Nina was talking about.
My father could raise his voice when he was angry or lecturing but he also knew how to whisper so quietly and secretly to me that no one in the room knew the terrible things he spoke to me.
You don't have to go to war, be abused by your parents or your teacher, or go through fire or flood for it to traumatize your mind and, therefore, your body.
This is one of those times when the discoveries in trauma with PTSD often overwhelms me. I would sink in a morass of despair, anger, and hurt if I didn't focus and meditate on something pure and simple, such as, the photography I am practicing this summer. I am concentrating a lot of effort in …
I have again been threatened by high anxiety or tension. It is is the sort that causes you to fidget and fiddle and makes your jaw, teeth, and head hurt. I have no reason for it. The only thing of any tension in my life right now is this new diagnosis, and the evidence of …