#mild trauma

[house-of-slayterr]

So there’s a trend going around on tik tok using an audio form American Psycho where we reveal our childhood crushes. So I did all the Red Flag alg ones I could remember from each year. Up until 13 they were all pretty much Trauma crushes because I was so terrified of these mfs, and way too young to be watching these things. But I obviously appreciate them now.

Like I remember I used I had to sleep on my parents floor after watching Halloween for the first time when I was like 7 on accident, but then 4 years later I watched it again with my sister and I was obsessed! 😂

[curiousphy]

Clint having to reply to his son while Kate writes down what his son is saying but not being able to hear his son’s voice because his hearing aid is broken

Destroyed me emotionally

[skipsjack]

Steampunk AU. The strength in Luz's metal arm is something that took years for her to control. She would accidentally break glasses, tables, door nobs esc all the time. It is terrifying for this buff teenager to grab your weapon & bend it like its made of plastic. Em & Ed begin painting cat paw pads on Luz's mental arms & Luz gets a little up, but finds it cute on sometimes. She gives up on scrubbing it off after the seventh arm. After the wing explosion, Amity & Gus get jumpy @ loud noises. -PA

if Luz wasn’t paying attention she’d end up snapping some pure metal object in half and then have to quickly apologize as the other person is Nervous Laughing bc Ha Ha. She Could Literally Break Someones Spine.

also bold of u to assume Luz wouldn’t find the paw pads painted on her arm cute as hell. though everyone ends up thinking a cat stepped in paint and then walked across her arm.

god,,,yeah Amity n Gus would HATE sudden loud noises. Luz and King especially had to quickly tone down any outbursts (excited or not) to avoid scaring the shit out of them

[denimleatherjackets]

I’d really appreciate some advice...

Year 8 and 9, my best friend was emotionally abusive. She’d go from flirting with me, to completely ignoring me every 3 days. She’d tell me I wasn’t worth anything, sometimes that I “was just a person who followed her around, not really friends.” She would slut shame me, and slag me off to people when she knew it’d come back round to me. If she was angry at anything, she’d take it out on me and make me feel invisible. She’d get angry if I hung out with a group more popular than her.  But other times, she called her best friend, made me fell special, told me she’d kiss me. I could go on, but I need to wrap this part up. I was in love with her, loads of people were. No one noticed how bad things were. 

I’m now in year 11, I though I was way over this stuff, but I’m not. I started my second relationship. That’s when she started coming back into my head. When someone is in a bad mood, I get scared that they’re mad at me or that I’m going to make it worse and they will fall out with me for days. My boyfriend distances himself from people when he’s sad, which makes me think I’m going to end up back where I was. When I see someone who looks like her in the street, I tense up. I’ve had 3 dreams about her this year, she doesn’t speak to me directly, but she’s there. I should be over this by now, I’m 16, but she’s still in my head? My boyfriend thinks I have mild trauma, but I just feel like that’s disrespectful and overshadows people who actually have trauma because other people have it way worse, and I’m probably just over reacting?

I just want to get rid of her again. I feel pathetic still being hung up on this, does anyone have any tips?

[normal-with-adhd-is-a-joke]

I'm afraid to be friends with girls because I'm tired of being a therapist. I'm afraid to be friends with guys because they're all either 1) sexist or 2) hot (not that a lot of guys are sexist, just that I'm attracted to pretty much all of them who aren't because I'm an attention whore). There are no out nb people here because this is a Christian school and they're all in hiding. So pretty much I'm the reason I don't have friends

[real-did]

Is disassociation (not DID or any other dissociative disorder; just the.. symptom itself, I guess?) really something that only happens to you when you've been through trauma? my therapist told me it was, but I'm not sure if the bad things that happened to me were.. yknow. TRAUMA or not. it's a big word. either way, what do you think?

Clinical dissociation is often tied to trauma (minor or severe, though severe trauma tends to cause worse dissociation). However, a lot of mental and physical conditions can cause disorientation or dissociation. BPD and other PDs, bipolar, schizo disorders, drugs and medications, blood sugar issues, seizures, brain injury/concussions, strokes, etc etc etc can all cause dissociation/an altered state of consciousness/dissociation. True or pure dissociation is very often tied to trauma but isn’t always, as far as I know, and the trauma doesn’t have to be severe to cause some dissociation.

[gingeraleforthetrauma]

Trauma sucks. The things that cause trauma suck worse, imo.

When I was a little kid - like, under 8 - I lived in a small house, on a relatively quiet street with my folks and older sibling.

It was an average house. Cramped kitchen, tiny dining room, three meh-sized bedrooms, you get the idea. We had this stupidly long driveway that was great for two kids and their bikes, relatively even, no major slope or anything.

When I was maybe six- I think I was six- my sibling was an idiot and ignored my warning about biking towards the family car (a large, beat up white minivan, rust on the edges and interesting rocks in doors and inside pockets, with three rows of seating).

There was a lot of blood and a lot of crying. If i was 6 than this was when they were like 7, a few months before they would turn 8.

I'm pretty sure both my parents came out to see what happened, but my mom went inside with my sibling first to get all the first aid stuff and call her folks in case they needed to take the sibling to the ER.

My dad was supposed to bring me inside- make sure the younger child wasn't injured or too terrified or anything and everything.

Long story short my dad locked me outside for a while, slammed the door in my face and all that jazz. I could hear the crying and lots of panicked talking through the living room window right next to our door. But I guess they couldn't hear my knocking.

My dad sure as hell didn't tell my mom he'd left me out there.

I gave up pretty quickly. I'd had my dad do things like that to me before, so I wasn't terribly surprised (he would continue the trend of locking me in or out of places as I got older, the 4th of July when I was 9 or 10 is especially memorable).

I sat outside for around an hour before the he came out to get me, chastising me for not being inside, "like I was supposed to be."

I didn't bothering arguing. They were too busy bustling out the door.

He knew what he'd done, he locked the door in my face, I'm not sure if I imagined him meeting my eyes through the window as I watched them clean the blood off my siblings face in the living room.

I don't really remember if they dropped me off or if I got picked up to go to my grandparents, that day got a little hazy after the door was finally unlocked. But I was at their house until late into the night, a bit past midnight.

Probably one of the mildest childhood memories I'll share, but I was terrified of blood for years after that, and I always hurried to be the first person inside until we had to move a couple years later (a story for another day).

Overall, I think my sibling was a helluva lot more traumatised after that day, would hardly touch their bike for weeks afterwards. Self conscious as hell about the scar it left as well - little me was jealous that they had a cool scar, I don't think that helped with their anxiety.

[drowningworldonfire]

The thing about getting bullied in elementary/middle school is that it changes the way you think of yourself—you’re a kid, and you believe anything people tell you unless it’s proven false. Unless someone comes along and tells you the bullies are lying, you believe them; you believe that you’re dumb, you believe that you’re ugly, you believe that you’re too weird. A lot of times you barely even remember the people who told you these things, but you remember the things they said about you, and there’s a large part of you that believes they were right.