Another piece I want to print into posters and stick on the walls everywhere.
How easy it seems to traumatize a helpless child thinking..well..he is just a child..
read this post. It’s a reminder for everyone.
Childhood trauma has shaped and coloured my personality. It has affected my physical and psychological health and tainted my relationships. My experiences have woven themselves into the fabric of my being so that I live and breathe from it and through it as it forms an inextricable part of me. It still haunts my dreams, forming bleak nightmares filled with horror and terror. My unconscious mind has worked long and hard to process the things which I would not, and could not, process in my waking life. I blindly stumbled through life not understanding myself or why I was so sad and so dysfunctional.
But in the past few years I have gained insight. I have learned about myself and about childhood trauma. I have learned how my brain is different from someone who had a healthy childhood. My brain is different. So I am not inherently flawed or weak or terrible. My brain is…
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