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Trigger Warnings & Resilience Resilience is a huge part of my life, throughout trauma and after. As an abused child, I had to rely on myself to survive, and as an adult, I find Trigger Warnings uninformed and harmful. They do disservice (dare I say injustice?) to my own inner resources or to my therapeutic work, as it seems counterproductive to stress reduction and downright cruel to my sense of self to be rendered equally helpless each time Iām confronted by a trauma reminder. In the Real Worldāwhether at home, at school, or at the mallātrauma reminders can be everywhere and in everything; they are common-place, even boring items that I own and must use because they are part of life. Though their threat levels vary emotionally, they do not compromise my immediate safety and need no āwarnings.ā Because resilience is contextual, I must prepare for vulnerable situations of all kinds but particularly for when I actually find myself in a traumatic situation, like distressful news, an accident, or a crisis. I could hide forever, but then I wouldnāt even trust myself. Therefore, it remains my responsibility to build my capacity skills and nurture my inner safe space.
Case One: Reacting to an object and situation in private directly to trauma: my bed and sleep. Feeling comfortable in my own apartment, even in my own skin, tests me daily. To prepare for one of the most basic aspects of life, I have established a lengthy bedtime routine so that I am relaxed and able to rest. Some of my tools involve stretching to calming music; looking at art; deep breathing; containment exercises; lucid dreaming exercises; watching online animal cameras (including live streams of rhinos, bears, and puppies); taking medication; and taking a few minutes to engage both my tactile and visual senses with my plants, soft plush toys, and light-reflecting objects like crystals, geodes, and tumbled stones.
Case Two: Reacting to an object in public indirectly related to trauma: a stranger wearing the same style clothing as my abuser. I was unnerved and confused the first time I saw someone in an identical jacket as my abuser, but I was also semi-prepared, as being out of my home should always bring with it primitive awareness. Fight, Flight, or Freeze kicked in and I had to address the severity of the threat; turns out, none, as the person walked past without noticing me whatsoever. Suddenly the idea of an inanimate object āhurtingā me seemed ludicrous, for the threat was only ever from the person behind the object. Furthermore, the jacket was such a common style at the timeāsame cut, colour, menās, womenāsāthat I still see it on adults in my city, and now consider it regular positive exposure therapy for a more directly vulnerable situations.
Case Three: Reacting to something in public emotionally directly related to trauma: overhearing an argument or encountering disturbing material in class. In other words, I am having flashbacks and dissociating. Therapy and self-discipline comes into play now. First I must ground myself by stating what date it is, what city Iām in, where I am, and who Iām with. Then I must work on breathing exercises while assessing the threat level, that physically I am safe but feeling emotionally exposed. Addressing these feelings and actively attempting to engage more with my environment rather than withdrawing often brings context and relief. Occasionally I learn something in hindsight from the experience, like that I can relate to other peopleās problems too instead of feeling all alone, or that I can appreciate a song for being a good song within itself (Formalism, which I will address further below). However, it is still within my agency to remove myself from situation if other methods do not work.
Case Four: Reacting to a crisis: being contacted by or seeing my abuser. This is a much more direct threat and, because I have built up my resilience, I am able to remain present and not dissociate, to not have a panic attack, and to have some measure of independence and control. This is what it means to not be a victim anymore.
Do you want to know what really invalidates my experiences? It isnāt when a university lets someone who disagrees with me speak, or when I read something upsetting that Iām not expecting. My experiences of both trauma and post-traumatic growth are impeded and invalidated by inaccurate mental health application, by censoring voices, and by denying me rational coping mechanisms like critical thinking, threat assessment, conversation and debate, and post-traumatic growth. Micromanaging and assuming you know whatās best for other people feels less like empathy and more like fascism, as all possible growth becomes restricted and stagnant, if not regressive. Furthermore, being reminded of my traumas doesnāt have to be a disturbing or debilitating experience; art has a beautiful quality of moving and empowering the viewer by allowing individual access and assessment on a very intimate level. If already labelled somehow, the viewer engages with the material based not on content but within a biased context and false narrative chosen by others, which is, in a way, quite re-victimizing. Where are trigger warning advocatesā respect for those who have lived through trauma and have the right to feel their own emotions and decisions? Unfortunately, politically-incorrect comedy, overt sexuality in both women and men, and violence of all kinds are censored and demonized rather than regarded as positive coping mechanisms and therapies. I feel extreme comfort when encountering very direct references to my experiences in TV shows like South Park, The Simpsons, Twin Peaks, and The X-Files, or from writers like Kathy Acker, Robert Cormier, Alan Moore, and Virginia Woolf because I can learn things about myself and the world through the frame of the show or book and come to new understandings of my past. Particularly I find ways to laugh and release grotesque tension and fear, or as Thomas Gray and Samuel Beckett might say, ālaughing wild amid severest woe.ā Part of resilience is integrity, or āthe capacity to affirm the value of life in the face of death, to be reconciled with the finite limits of oneās own life and the tragic limitations of the human condition, and to accept these realities without despairā (Judith Herman, M.D., Trauma and Recovery, 1992). With such integrity and awareness, trauma survivors can achieve integration, meaning less dissociation, fragmentation, fear, and instabilityāhealthy progress, Iād say.
Likewise in academia, for the engaged rather than offended student: the material, the professor, the classroom, the time spent studying in the libraryāindeed all aspects of university lifeābecome a positive way to explore ādangerousā ideas. I myself have had bad encounters with professors, but accusing them across entire faculties of being insensitive to their studentsā emotional needs is lazy and narcissistic. If youāre paying attention, professors already do provide context and engaging strategies for difficult material: lectures, classroom discussions, office hours, and the expectation that students at least be open to different modes of learning; rightly so, for after all, for what reason are you at university? One of my favourite topics from class was Formalism, as in, studying and appreciating art in and of itself, objectively, without author or reader context; learning this method was a relief and a pleasure, and I consider W.B. Yeatsā āLeda and the Swanā one of the greatest poems ever written, thanks to the controversial professor who taught it to me word by word. University is about dropping your guard and your former beliefs, even if just for a few moments; the degree should be symbolic of the work, knowledge, effort, and intellectual strife. Exploring different ideas and having your worldview challenged, especially for those whoāve experienced trauma, brings a catharsis social justice could never imagine.
Life is full of a lot more things than just sexual and physical assaults, and I would much rather be able to move freely than seek ways to constantly relive the worst parts of my life. I like that Iām responsible for my own safe spaces, which includes my apartment, my therapistās office, and my inner resilience. Discovering personal coping mechanisms instead of relying on others to soften the world restores the control and self-worth I was denied as a child. I say this especially to young people struggling with trauma, identity, academics, or even just trying to understand everyday situations: would you rather find ways to be resilient in the face of trauma or find ways to be victimized by it? I will not encourage you to forego general self-care in lieu of a warning; if somebody once denied you the ability to make your own choices, as my parents once did to me, let us not deny ourselves such agency now. Take care of yourselves, as youāonly youāhave the ability to choose how to act and react in this world, and though it takes work, practice will bring some catharsis and personal empowerment.
(via Trauma Recovery vs. Trigger Warnings)
First new friend of the season. I woke up early feeling unwell and found her sleeping inside the screen. We shared a few moments together, which made me feel a little bit better, then we both carried on our separate ways.
Fallen fluffs.
SHOW US YER LEGO.
Existence Before Essence, Ethics Before Estrangement
An ideology does not determine my worth or intelligence; a religion does not determine a society's morality.
Feminism creates a world rooted firmly in inequality where women are heralded as icons, men are emasculated and demonized, and non-feminists of both sexes are deemed ignorant and hateful. Criticism is so aggressively discouraged that the dichotomy has been pushed over the edge and is turning itself into nothing: obsessively questioned by the media on their allegiance to feminism, celebrities, politicians, and professors have no choice but to be divided one way or another. The demand to side with or against feminism destroys any sense of solidarity we have as humans and puts us all in a position of a Damned-if-I-do-Damned-if-I-don't Stalemate.
Feminism does not fight for bodily autonomy, as men's and children's rights are deemed either less important than women's or rejected completely; feminism does not promote the equality of all beings but the superiority of one sex, ignoring progress, facts, and personal identity and experience; feminism sees ideasānot peopleāand denies individuality and humanity to all. Everyone.
I will not allow feminism to reduce my partner and me to zero. Reject dogma and refuse to answer.
"I stood there, there in the sunlight, and thought that I didn't as yet know what I wanted. I now fully knew what I didn't want and what and whom I hated. That was something.
And then I thought that, one day, maybe, there'ld be a human society in a world which is beautiful, a society which wasn't just disgust."
(Kathy Acker, Empire of the Senseless)
Further Down the Feminist Spiral
While learning to cope with an abusive childhood resulting in complex PTSD, I find myself increasingly reluctant to return to the offended, censoring world feminism has created: where yes doesn't mean yes, accusations mean more than evidence, and "everyone" does not mean simply "every person." How can I feel safe in a society that turns its back on my story (each parent culpableāboth mother and father) because it doesn't fit the right narrative? Furthermore, even if I were to reject facts and history and believe my case is abnormal, how could I trust a world which leaves behind my partner, the man who helps me through every single day? According to feminist Truth, he is not my equal for I am a changing woman, but he shall always be prone to his essentially primitive- and sexual-desires; his bodily integrity rights are not as important as mine and his death must be multiplied by a hundred men before equaling one woman or child's. Is this the grotesque utopia feminism has created, that in order to achieve a full and integrated life, I must abandon he who helps me heal? If so, Feminism, then I am unworthy and do not want your garden; I'd rather be kicked out with Adam and fall together, equal.
More writing & art related to feminism and equal rights:
Losing Feminist Faith
Feminist Outrage Reaches Critical Mass
Rape Culture Spider
Only Connect
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Misandry Sucks
Equality Spider
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