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I had a lot of childhood trauma too...

Posted By: sm on 2005-08-22
In Reply to: Thanks, sounds like just what I need. - OP

I first started school, first grade.  I'm of mixed race, looked different than the other kids, and I was picked on for it a lot, verbally and also physically and sexually assaulted by a group of boys.  I'm an only child, so I internalized everything and do not know how to turn to others because of how I see the world as 'hostile.'  I also grew up in a very bad neighborhood with a single mother who was never home, or who partied and I saw a lot of violence with her or others.  I was alone alot and someone was shot on our back porch, I didnt see it happen, but I was coming home when the news cameras were there, and the police, and there was tons of blood, and me, mom and grandma cleaned it up.


At a young age, you don't process trauma like you do as an adult, so you're left with the aftermath.  My adrenalin kicked in, I was terrified, and now as an adult, I have panic attacks out of no where and i'm fearful that people are going to hurt me, attack me or mentally abuse me in some way.  In my mind I know this doesnt make sense, but my body just kicks into that adrenalin mode when i'm in a similar situation that I was when I was a kid, and it just happens. 


The brain is very powerful, and with my slowly changing it, the panic has lessened and I view people a little more differently.  But its a constant training.  You know how you learned the ABC song when you were a kid, by repitition?  Try forgetting it, you can't.  Thats how powerful the brain is, train it to remember positive reinforcements just by thinking them over and over and it won't forget and you can look forward to a more peaceful future. 


Good luck, it takes a lot of work but it will change you for the better! 




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