Personal Narrative-Traumatic Stress

On September 2nd 2016 my best friend, Ashley Minor, who is a single mom of two, was working her twelve house shift at the hospital. At the end of her shift her life stopped for a short time when she received a phone call that her 8 year old son Teagan, was hit by a car, and had multiple injuries.

Focus! The burden of destructive emotions constantly tarnishes my brain. It is essential that I isolate myself from the pessimistic chain of thoughts. I need to distort myself from the daily trauma and everlasting misery that I encounter. The turmoil has left me forever fatigued and has numbed my mind. My heart is grazed and broken with regret, my soul is haunted by fear and guilt along with my body diseased and rotten. The experience has been morbid and excruciating, I can’t tolerate this anymore.

Throughout our lives, every person encounters hardships that put a strain on other aspects of our lives. The biggest hardship that I have faced was taking care of my wife after she suffered a severe head injury while at work. The injury was the result of a salad fridge door falling and striking the back of her head, causing her to receive a severe concussion that lead to post-concussion syndrome. As a result, she became completely dependent on me. Some of the major hardships that we faced during these times are finances, helping her cope with her injury while she recovered, and maintaining my 4.0 GPA.

An interesting event occurred early Saturday morning near the town square in Pittman County. A tractor tire exploded and blew a man onto the top of a Standard Oil sign. The man’s name will be kept anonymous to protect his identity, and we are happy to report that the man is alive, although he attained some injuries, and it is possible that he will have permanent damage to his hearing.

These experiences taught added more to the brave person I am today. Being able to overcome the fear that came with the traumatic experience taught me to be more open to experience even if they harmful. It taught me to see the brighter side of an experience; now I am in America a place where I am no longer fleeing for my own safety. I also learned that facing a problem is the only way to make sure you defeat it and making sure it does not become an obstacle in the future as well.

In high school I liked to be very active. One of my favorite activities was soccer. I played numerous years before high school. While playing for the high school team, my timed mile was not where it should have been, I was so perseverant that I practiced a great deal of times. Finally I had reached my goal, but in doing so, I received many stress fractures. I was in so much pain but I refused to let it show, until I could not take the pain. The doctor said I had broke both of my legs with stress fractures and some larger fractures. He had informed me I could no longer play soccer competitively and I was not allowed to participate in any of athletic actives that year.

Science has examined the possible affection child maltreatment on autobiographical and memory. Some information has shown that these effect has on a thin peaked in some research, include an old person who has to survive or leaved with a child abuse within them self. It always leave a permanent memory for lifetime. In fact, in some science investigator research has proven that when a child or adult was abuse they remember exactly what happened to them. Their some memories that will never vanish, especially, abuse memory. for example, they will recalled everything events of trauma that happen to them from the begin to the end. Some time when this trauma started surfaced the patient will end-up

“Chantelle! Come over and see this,” my mom whispered as she glided past me towards her client’s chair. I unfolded my nine-year-old self from under the empty hair dryer and gingerly walked over. While peering skeptically at the child’s scalp before me, I began to note tiny bugs crawling by the roots and my eyes followed my mother’s comb tip as she pointed out several nits. This was definitely one of the worst cases of lice she had shown me, and I had seen quite a few by then! As the daughter of a hairstylist, my exposure to skin and hair started at an early age. Growing up in a salon allowed me to observe first hand how significant an impact looking healthy on the outside had on a client’s everyday confidence and self-esteem; a lesson that was later reinforced during my acne ridden teenage years at an all-girls high school. At the salon, I always enjoyed being called over by the estheticians and hairdressers to view interesting cases that ranged from alopecia and cystic acne, to severe foot fungus and poliosis. Since my mother and her employees always recommended physician follow-ups when they spotted something suspicious, I was always left wondering what happened on the medical end of the spectrum. In high school and college, I began to fulfill this curiosity by reading about the science behind skin, hair and nail disorders.

When I was a child, I moved around quite a bit. It became hard to get attached to places because we were never assured that the sacred spots would be ours for much longer. As I got older, however, I have realized that special places do not have to be dictated by a length of time, and allowing myself to fall in love with a place gave me the roots I had been searching for. While I have not lived in Indiana for several years now, there is something about this certain cluster of trees in Indiana that remain special to me. When I was a child, I saw them as the gateway into Narnia, and during the winter snows I would bundle up in my cheap fur coat my mother bought at a consignment shop and run outside searching for Mr. Tumnus and calling myself Lucy. My imagination gave me the ability to bring the characters I loved so dearly to life. This experience has shown me that providing children with the ability to use their imagination not only provides entertainment, but also allows children to have a safe outlet to cope with traumatic situations, make

Introduction: I have chosen this subject in order to maybe understand it better, in a way that hopefully it becomes easier for me to deal with it, this condition to which I have become very familiar with, not because I study it but because I am one who suffers from such disorder; this is what I call the side of the coin that no one see. Although I don’t think is such a bad thing, some have given this disorder a serious bad image to which as usual the media have distortion its image to a point where we have become and sometimes feel as if we were in a glass box. By first hand I have experienced how for example a potential job interview changes its trajectory once is discovered that I might suffer from such disorder.

“This match is over, now tell me what exactly do you” he’s stopped mid-sentence by a beam of light shot straight at him. He’s able to move out of the way in time and pushed back by the impact. He lands on his back but is able to maneuver himself to his feet. He waits until the dust settles and he sees a short blue hair girl with really white pale skin, her pink cheeks are the only part of her skin that has color and for some reason her eyes are closed. She’s floating in the air over Agatha with a weird kind of blue aura surrounding her body and a telescope like weapon in her hands. I’m guessing that beam came from that weapon she’s holding. “I had a feeling we had spectators, I’m guessing you’re with her? Meaning you’re also after me.” She

My first encounter with a patient has been rather difficult: it was my mother. When our family used to live in the Philippines, there was an armed robbery in our house. While the intruders left our family alive, their damage was felt. My mother began suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Seeing her suffer pained me. Despite my numerous attempts to calm her, however, she remained distressed. If I had ever understood helplessness, it was problem then. It was the pain of the inability to help someone you love.

Well, I would have to say you’re doing good job of hiding it because I don’t think anyone else knows besides me, and you have my word I won’t tell anyone. Can I ask you about it or is that a no zone? How are you feeling tonight? The reason why I told you about me is because that was the first time in a long time that I had a full-blown PTSD problem come up and I felt I needed to explain myself because I directed my anger out on you and I don’t want you think, I am someone who I am not. That day I hit a low point that came with consequences, but I believe I brushed myself off and moved past it for now.

The previous research that had been conducted on this author’s same or similar topic were on individuals with severe mental illness (SMI) are possibly at a greater risk for trauma exposure. More than half of the general population have reported being victim of some type of trauma. People with SMI commonly experience violent victimization trauma and often have a lifetime of victimization suffering. Persons with high rates of trauma and with SMI increase commonness and probability to PTSD. The highest predictors of PTSD symptoms are sexual assault at any age, physical assault, and the sudden death of a loved one and PTSD symptoms and severity are different for men and women. Women with SMI are likely to experience sexual violence both as

I could still hear the ringing in my ear as I got up from the bicycle flipping 10 feet in front of me. I checked to see if I had any injuries. I was going around 20mph. I was with my friend named Logan, going down a hill on the street. I had multiple things going on at on time. I was dazed, and I got a minor concussion from the amount of force with which I hit the ground. What I did not notice until it was too late for me to fix it was that my shoelace was untied