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“I hear your soul cry. I know your shame. I understand your fears, tears, and trauma. Your story matters. Even if you tell it to one safe person, I encourage you to not keep it locked inside your heart. There is something empowering about having the courage to tell our story. To acknowledge, yes, it did happen. Yes, it really was that bad.”

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Book:Soul Cry: Releasing & Healing the Wounds of Trauma
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“there's something about trauma to the mind, body and soul. One day your normal and the next your different; you don't know what changed but you know nothing's the same and all of a sudden you are learning to adapt yourself to the same environment with a whole new outlook. I guess you realise your not invisible and every aching bone bleeds it's sorrow through anguish in your movements. One day it'll get easier, because I'm telling myself it will and that's the difference between becoming a pioneer through this disaster when all thought I'd be a slave to pity.”

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Author:Nikki Rowe
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“If you have been raped or sexually assaulted and you have been blamed, or fear that you may be blamed, I just want you to understand this: You are not to blame. There is nothing you did to make someone hurt you, nor is there anything you could have done differently to prevent or stop it.”

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Book:To the Survivors: One Man's Journey as a Rape Crisis Counselor with True Stories of Sexual Violence
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“It must have seemed to them that some monster had appeared in their midst in the shape and body of a child—a demonic little figure who threatened to subvert and undermine all that they were seeking to build. No wonder then that their response was to repress, contain, punish. No wonder that Mama would say to me, now and then, exasperated, frustrated, "I don't know where I got you from, but I sure wish I could give you back." Imagine then if you will, my childhood pain. I did not feel truly connected to these strange people, to these familial folks who could not only fail to grasp my worldview but who just simply did not want to hear it.”

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Book:Teaching to Transgress: Education as the Practice of Freedom
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“Jede Familie hat ihre Geheimnisse, denke ich. Ihre Mythen, Legenden, Traumata. Manches bleibt unausgesprochen, anderes wird aufgeblasen oder falsch erinnert. Wir können nicht immer mit hundertprozentiger Sicherheit sagen, dass alles stimmt, wie es erinnert, wie es erzählt wird. Wir können uns aber entscheiden, Fragen zu stellen, uns die Version der Erinnerung anzuhören, die unsere Verwandten bereit sind zu erzählen. Mehr bleibt uns nicht. Und am Ende geht es vielleicht mehr um den Moment des Erzählens dieser Geschichten. Darum, einander begegnet zu sein, den Schmerz und gleichzeitig das Glück, am Leben zu sein, zu teilen, miteinander, in dem Moment.”

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Book:Fünf Wörter für Sehnsucht
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“در ماه سپتامبر آن سال،وقتی که با پرسشنامه به خانه برگشتم، پدر عصبی بود.شغل پدر؟ مادر جرئت نکرد پرسشنامه را پر کند. پدرم سرم قر زد:- راستش را بنویس :(( مامور مخفی)) قال قضیه کنده می شود. من اینها را آدم حساب نمی کنم. نگاهش کردم. همیشه از خودم می پرسیدم که چه چیز ناجوری در زندگیمان وجود دارد. هیچ کس به خانه مان نمی آمد، هیچ وقت. پدر قدغن کرده بود. هر گاه کسی زنگ را می زد، دستش را بلند می کرد تا ما را به سکوت وادارد. منتظر می ماند تا آن که پشت در بود، منصرف شود و به صدای پایش در راه پله ها گوش می داد. پس از آن کنار پنجره می رفت، پشت پرده پنهان می شد و پیروزمندانه او را که داشت از کوچه مان دور می شد، نگاه می کرد. هیچ یک از دوستانم اجازه نداشتند که از در خانه مان تو بیایند. و هیچ یک از همکاران مادر. همیشه تنها ما سه تا در آپارتمان بودیم. حتی پدربزرگ و مادربزرگم به آنجا نیامدند.”

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Book:Profession du père
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“The world sucks. Family sucks. And being expected to be eternally indebted to the people who bumped uglies and squirted you out? That sucks. You’re not beholden to anyone. So if you have a family who hates who you are, who ever made you feel like you’re not good enough, or even gives those long speeches on tolerance as if that is a good word to use? Fuck ’em. Don’t make yourself miserable enduring that garbage because TV tells you you’re supposed to see your family. In fact, make them come to you. Make them prove they give a damn about you. Or at the end of the day, if it’s really bad? Be happy with the life you’ve made for yourself and leave all of that shit behind.”

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Book:Mature Content
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“Odaan sighed, a slow, breathy huff that sent shivers down Ari’s spine. She could feel it all, the pain and the memory and the deep, aching loss that would never, ever be filled. And she felt a twinge of something else too – jealousy that he had been just a bit older, had just a few more years to learn his parents in a way she would never learn hers. Would her memories be crisper now, if she had been eight, ten, twelve when they left her? Would she still see her father’s face and hear her mother’s voice? She couldn’t bring herself to ask him.”

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Book:A Vision in Smoke
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“- حالا دیگر همه ی پول هایت مال خودت است جواب ندادم. کودکی ام از هم پاشیده شده بود. پیش از خواب، دفترهای طرح، رنگ ها و قلم موهایم را جمع کردم و در یک ساک گذاشتم. برای نخستین بار، از آنچه در زندگی حقیرانه ام داشتم صورت برداری کردم. لباس هایم در یک گنجه و سه کشو جا داشتند. کل دارایی ام دو جفت کفش، یک پالتو، چند کتاب و یک چمدان بود. جز این ها، نه چیزی داشتم و نه کسی.”

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Book:Profession du père
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“نامه را دوباره خواندم. خنده ام گرفت. روی صحنه پدرم بود، آکروبات باز تماشاخانه، کسی که مدام تغییر شکل می داد، دلقک، تردست، بندباز، معرکه گیر بازار روز، فروشنده ی قصه های کودکان. و در تالار نمایش، ما بودیم: مادرم، من، لوگری تعمیرکار، آلونسو آرایشگر، هلگرس طبیب. و آن های دیگر: بانوی متصدی باشگاه جودو، دندانپزشک، فروشنده ی دوچرخه، عابران روز یکشنبه. (( رخنه کردن در ارتش اس.اس ))”

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Book:Profession du père
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“روزی یکی از دوستانم برایم از پدر و مادرش گفت. آن ها یهودی بودند. در زمان جنگ، پدرش یک هفت تیر کهنه ی انگلیسی را لا به لای تلی از پارچه ها پنهان کرده و با چرخ دوخته بود و مادر هر جا می رفت، یک تیغ ریش تراشی در کیفش داشت تا اگر دستگیرش کردند، اعتراف نکند. مادرش هجده سال داشت و پدرش کمی بیشتر. از او پرسیدم: - خودشان را برای مردن آماده کرده بودند؟ لبخند زد. نه به هیچ وجه. برای زندگی. مدت ها به این جمله فکر کردم. آماده ی زندگی . و آن روز که در بزرگسالی پیش پدرم برگشته بودم، دانستم که او نتوانسته بود بر من غلبه کند. کینه و نفرت، روحم را نابود نکرده بود. هفت تیر و تیغ ریش تراشی ام را کنار گذاشته بودم. آماده ی زندگی بودم.”

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Book:Profession du père
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“The age of lost innocence varies for each person. Some lose it when they learn that their childhood fantasies are merely myth, while others lose theirs due to trauma. As adults, we often look down our noses at those who manage to retain their innocence; we scoff at these few as being immature or irresponsible. Could it be that we hide our envy behind the cloudy eyes of our lost innocence?”

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Book:Soul Awakened
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“Psychiatrist Stanislav Grof's Holotropic Breathwork, born from 1970s psychedelic restrictions, uses rapid breathing, music, and bodywork for unconscious exploration and trauma healing, echoing ancient Yogic Pranayama (Rig Veda ~1700-1100 BCE, Upanishads ~800-500 BCE) and Sufi Dhikr ceremonies (from the 12th century).”

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Book:Crossing the Forbidden Highway: The Untold Story of Orgone, Body Therapy, and Suppressed Emotion
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“Imagine you lose your legs. So much of what you do for the rest of your life is constricted, or painful. Or humiliating. You feel ashamed. But over the years despite all that you still hear a good piece of music or read something fine or successfully make love to your wife—without legs that really must be something but never mind— ... So at these times you feel what other people feel, you know. Satisfaction. Pleasure. Happiness. Even joy. You can see the largeness and beauty of life. You have snatches of happiness. And does anyone have more than that? Visionaries maybe. Ecstatics... Otherwise no, they have the same little passing lovely moments of happiness as this, but they have it or don't have it or strive for it or forget it—with legs. But you have no legs. Every day you wake, having dreamt of your legs, and you find again you have none. Every morning that flash of hope, every morning that smash of truth.”

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Book:Crazy Sorrow
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“The act of consciously and purposefully paying attention to symptoms and their antecedents and consequences makes the symptoms more an objective target for thoughtful observation than an intolerable source of subjective anxiety, dysphoria, and frustration. In ACT, the act of accepting the symptoms as an expectable feature of a disorder or illness, has been shown to be associated with relief rather than increased distress (Hayes et al., 2006). From a traumatic stress perspective, any symptom can be reframed as an understandable, albeit unpleasant and difficult to cope with, reaction or survival skill (Ford, 2009b, 2009c). In this way, monitoring symptoms and their environmental or experiential/body state "triggers" can enhance client's willingness and ability to reflectively observe them without feeling overwhelmed, terrified, or powerless. This is not only beneficial for personal and life stabilization but is also essential to the successful processing of traumatic events and reactions that occur in the next phase of therapy (Ford & Russo, 2006).”

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Book:Treatment of Complex Trauma: A Sequenced, Relationship-Based Approach
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“i knew you were going to try and kill yourself before you did it. i knew because before all this happened you were the only person my seven-year-old nephew with asperger's ever let hug him. you were eighteen and you were just shining, your even brown skin competing with the bright blue sky for my attention. god, you were perfect. i was in love with the idea that finally we had given birth to a generation that didn't have to spend their adult lives recovering from their childhoods. you weren't going to drown yourself in anything, you were just going to smile and fight in some mythological honourable way we'd all only imagined. then i found out your mama was about to die and every time you looked me in the eye i wanted to cry, because i knew there was a diagnosed train wreck coming your way and i didn't know how someone so perfect could survive.”

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Book:Islands of Decolonial Love: Stories & Songs
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“Reflectorama by Stewart Stafford City buildings screaming down, Memories staggering anywhere, My childhood self calls out, But I must not go back there. Conjoined twins amputated, The pathway home lies cracked, Tsunamis smashed our thin bridge, Egregious horse, blindly backed. Forced into immovable objections, Monoliths in mutual self-defeat, Torched your bed, now burn in it, As I hotfoot it down the street. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford
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