trauma

Stop Questioning Emotional Abuse — Victims Of It Do That Enough On Their Own

Am I misrepresenting? Am I misunderstanding? Am I misremembering?

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Sex, Shame, And Sex-Esteem: Unlearning Harmful Attitudes Toward Sexuality

It’s time we stop teaching shame and start spending more time fostering healthy sexual identities in young girls.

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Tequila Changed My Sex Life; How It Did Will Surprise You

This felt dysfunctional. Who needs alcohol to have better sex? That’s ridiculous.

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Navigating The Trauma Of Moving

Moving can be a traumatic experience. We often forget how many remnants of the past we hold onto—whether intentionally or accidentally, just because we put a letter away in a drawer and forgot about it.

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Me telling a boy “no” should be the end of the discussion.

No, I’m Not A Tease; I’m Still Coping With My Rape

I have to remind myself of this at least once a week. I have it written in three of my notebooks, actually. I am not a tease. I am still coping with my rape.

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I’m here alone. I’m free and clear of all attachments.

Learning To Love The Grey: Leaving Behind The Ghosts Of Loves Past In New Orleans

Loving means giving up control. Releasing something to the universe. It’s not prescriptive. There is no place for black and white in love. It’s the ultimate grey.

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"If I’m being totally honest with you, I feel a burst of pride whenever someone tells me I look too put together to have been given this diagnosis."

What Not To Say When Someone Tells You About Their Personality Disorder

When someone denies my personality disorder, it makes the process of identifying and challenging the thoughts and behaviors that disorder causes even more difficult. There are broken parts of me that I can’t see. I’m working very hard to uncover them and heal them in a way that improves the quality of my inner and outer life. I don’t need anyone else muddying the waters of my trauma; I do that enough all on my own.

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Sometimes, I have to stop and cry and wail and moan for a weekend, but then I get back up.

I Get Depressed Every Summer. This Year, I Decided To Find Out Why.

I don’t want to spend another summer waiting for winter. It took years to realize this, and even more years to act on it. This is the work of healing that no one mentions: you have to find the wounds you didn’t know you had.

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