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“TONY, ISAP NAPAS TERAKHIR KOTA INI (Frank Booth Reconstruction — Gasoline Erotics) Pintu itu tidak dibuka. Pintu itu diterjang, seperti kota ini tidak pantas memiliki sekat, seperti dinding adalah penghinaan personal yang harus dihancurkan. Tony masuk dengan langkah yang terdengar seperti pukulan jantung yang dipaksa berdetak oleh seseorang yang membencinya. Ia mengenakan topeng oksigen. Bukan untuk bernapas— untuk menyembur kegilaan ke paru-parunya sebelum kata pertama jatuh dari bibirnya. Hssssssss— “Jangan bergerak.” Suaranya adalah listrik yang kehilangan kesabaran, dan aku yakin ia berkata seperti itu bukan karena aku akan kabur melainkan karena ia ingin melihatku membeku dalam ketakutan paling murni. Ia menghirup gas lagi. Hssssssss— lelaki itu kini adalah badai kecil yang mencari seseorang untuk dihancurkan demi alasan yang hanya dimengerti oleh tubuhnya. “LIHAT AKU!” Kata itu bukan permintaan. Itu adalah ajakan berperang. Lampu berkedip dan berubah merah seolah ruangan ini memutuskan untuk mengakui siapa yang berkuasa. Tony mendekat begitu cepat hingga udara mundur. Ia meraih kerah bajuku dengan gerakan yang cepat dan brutal pada saat yang sama, seperti seseorang yang memetik bunga yang sebenarnya adalah granat. “Kau pikir kota ini milikmu?” Ia menggertak—pendek, tajam. “Kau pikir cinta itu kelembutan? Kebijaksanaan? Ritual bahagia?” Hssssssss— Napasnya berubah menjadi dengus binatang buas. “CINTA ITU GAS, BANGSAT!” “Cinta itu benda yang kau hirup sampai matamu melihat warna yang tidak ada dalam spektrum optik.” Ia menepuk pipiku— bukan lembut, bukan keras— tapi cukup untuk membuatku sadar bahwa sentuhan itu bisa menjadi ancaman yang menyakitkan. Dari sakunya, ia mengeluarkan sepotong beludru gelap. Tidak biru— tapi hitam basah, seperti bulu raven yang mencuri cahaya dari mataku. “Pegang ini,” katanya. “Pegang pelan.” “Lebih pelan.” “Ya.” Nadanya berubah sultry, seolah kekerasan dan erotika adalah bahasa yang sama baginya. “Dengar, aku akan bilang satu hal padamu,” Ia mendekatkan wajahnya. Aroma gas, logam, dan sesuatu yang manis— seperti permen yang dicampur racun— mengisi ruangan. “Kota ini adalah perempuan telanjang yang dipaksa bernyanyi di depan semua fantasi manusia.” Ia tertawa— tawa yang tidak punya ritme moral. “Dan aku…” Ia memegang wajahku di kedua tangannya. “...adalah orang yang mengajar kota ini bagaimana caranya menjerit.” Hssssssss— Tony menendang meja, gelas-gelas pecah, bayangan jatuh ke lantai seperti tubuh. Ia menatapku dengan mata yang tidak lagi mengenali perbedaan antara hasrat dan kekejaman. “AKU TUNJUKKAN CINTA VERSI SEJATI,” katanya. Ia mendekat, menekan beludru hitam itu ke dadaku sambil berbisik di telingaku: “Dalam dunia ini, siapa pun bisa mencintai. Tapi hanya sedikit yang berani mencintai sampai menghancurkan sesuatu.” Hssssssss— Ia menarik topengnya, menatapku dengan kekosongan yang sempurna, dan berkata: “Inikah bagian tubuhmu yang paling kau butuhkan untuk merasa hidup?” “Karena aku… ingin mengambilnya darimu!” Lalu ia merenggut hatiku dengan sekali cabut. November 2025”

“Supposed that you are a trauma survivor and member of an opposed group. In that case, you are not only more likely to experience trauma, but you are also more likely to feel pressure from society to forgive your offender(s).”

“Tom Pritscher, a Meta-Hermeneutical Master, inventively explains that when you have suffered trauma, you suffer tears in the fabric of your existence. I see these as holes in your subtle bodies, for example in your Etheric or Astral bodies. Music can create a mesh on which can be woven the warp and weft of etheric filaments in order that the holes in the fabric of your subtle bodies can be repaired. Recall too, that as a multi-dimensional being, you must repair tears that exist in all the dimensions of your existence. The Humanity Healing Network advises that you clear and/or remove any extra, hidden, hiding or multiple souls present within the etheric bodies of each parallel life in order to ensure that your One Original Soul Essence resides in each physical body. You must release all merging soul extensions to their proper time and space continuum.”

“Tom Pritscher, a Meta-Hermeneutical Master, inventively explains that when you have suffered trauma, you suffer tears in the fabric of your existence. The author sees these as holes in your subtle bodies, for example in your Etheric or Astral bodies. Music can create a mesh on which can be woven the warp and weft of etheric filaments in order that the holes in the fabric of your subtle bodies can be repaired. Recall too, that as a multidimensional being, you must repair tears that exist in all the dimensions of your existence.”

“This book appears at a time when public discussion of the common atrocities of sexual and domestic life has been made possible by the women’s movement, and when public discussion of the common atrocities of political life has been made possible by the movement for human rights. I expect the book to be controversial—first, because it is written from a feminist perspective; second, because it challenges established diagnostic concepts; but third and perhaps most importantly, because it speaks about horrible things, things that no one really wants to hear about.”

“Getting in touch with our frozen grief can be a sacred act. Grief work is healing. Grieving allows us to make peace with the past and the present. Grieving helps us to come out of hiding and unravels our masks and false self. We grow stronger and wiser when we get in touch with our original pain. We are no longer chained to our traumatic buried feelings and memories—we are liberated.”

“Young Bride had a scratch on her neck from the knife, but no other external injuries. It seemed she was killed by the shock the drunks gave her. After sixty-odd years, reliving the trauma of that fateful night was too much to bear. There was no funeral procession. She was buried on the unlucky hill on the outskirts of the village. The crickets, however, remained around her shack and continued to sing until the first snow fell.”

“Timpul este cel mai bun medicament pentru a ne transforma rănile care sângerează în cicatrici, iar corpurile noastre ar putea uita trauma, ochii noștri ar putea învăța să vadă culorile așa cum ar trebui să fie văzute, dar acest leac nu se extinde la sufletul nostru. Nu este. Timpul nu ne iartă păcatele și nici nu readuce morții.”

“The power we discover inside ourselves as we survive a life-threatening experience can be utilized equally well outside of crisis, too. I am, in every moment, capable of mustering the strength to survive again—or of tapping that strength in other good, productive, healthy ways.”

“Cassian titled his head to the side at her silence. 'What is it?' 'Would you train non-Illyrian females?' 'I'm training you, aren't I?' 'I mean, would you consider...' She didn't know how to elegantly phrase it, not like silver-tongued Rhysand. 'The priestesses in the library. If I invited them to train with us here, where it's private and safe. Would you train them?' Cassian blinked slowly. 'Yes. I mean, of course, but...' He winced. 'Nesta, many of the females in the library do not want to be- cannot stand to be- around males again.' 'Then we'll ask one of your female friends to join. Mor or anyone else you can think of.' 'The priestesses might not even be able to stomach having me present.' 'You'd never hurt anyone like that.' His eyes softened slightly. 'It's not about that for them. It's about the fear- the trauma they bear. Even if they know I'd never do that to them, I might still drag up memories that are incredibly difficult for them to face.' 'You said this training would help me with my... problems. Perhaps it could help them. At the very least give them a reason to get outside for a bit.' Cassian watched her for a long moment. Then he said, 'Whoever you can get up here with us, I'll gladly train. Mor's away, but I can ask Feyre-' 'Not Feyre,' Nesta hated the words. The way his back stiffened. She couldn't look at him as she said, 'I just...' How could she explain the tangle between her and her sister? The self-loathing that threatened to consume her every time she looked at her sister's face? 'All right,' Cassian repeated. 'Not Feyre. But I need to give her and Rhys a heads-up. You should probably ask Clotho for permission, too.' A warm hand clasped her shoulder and squeezed. 'I like this idea, Nes.' His hazel eyes shone bright. 'I like it a lot.' And for some reason, the words meant everything.”

“Our REM sleep in 90-minute bursts, in a 24 hour cycle "digests" trauma that is experienced on a daily basis. In dreaming, the brain compares the trauma with early memory traces of similar experience, and files the memories of the day's events according to an affect-based associative system for further use and potential survival value. Comforting figures may appear in the dream to give care, advice, counsel, and relief, if necessary. The nightly dream process helps the dreamer receive positive resolution of his or her experience, and the dreamer moves on to the next day's activities restored, refreshed, and prepared for survival-based action.”

“Memory has ambushed her again, slamming down a wall between her and the present moment. Sometimes it comes in order, like a story, sometimes in flashes, like a series of snapshots. Sometimes it comes in a split second, cutting through the middle of another thought. It grabs her and won't let her pay attention to what is being said around her. Other times it just settles softly down on her like a pillow, cutting off air.”

“Sie gingen nach draußen, an den Kirschbäumen vorbei, über den Graben zu den Apfelbäumen, die Dirk zum Felde vor ein paar Jahren neu gepflanzt hatte, sie waren noch sehr klein, die Blüte hatte schon begonnen. Jetzt waren sie vereist. Zweige, Blätter, Blüten sahen aus, als wären sie in Glas gegossen, Bäume wie Kronleuchter, sie blendeten im frühen Sonnenlicht, man ging durch einen Spiegelsaal. Sie gingen schweigend, hörten nichts als ihre Schritte auf dem vereisten Gras und über sich die Möwen. In dicken Tropfen fiel das Wasser von den Bäumen, weil das Eis jetzt in der Sonne schmolz. „Man kriegt das nicht so oft zu sehen“, sagte Vera. Sie blieben stehen, die Hände in den Taschen, es war sehr schön. „Alles hinüber“, sagte Anne. Vera schüttelte den Kopf. Sie nannten es Frostberegnung, die Bauern machten es in kalten Frühjahrsnächten, besprühten ihre Blüten mit feinen Wassertröpfchen, die im Nachtfrost dann zu einer dünnen Eisschicht wurden. Eismäntel für die Blüten. Frostschutz durch Vereisung.”

“Just as sometimes I wondered if Grandpa had ever existed, sometimes I wondered if I truly existed myself. As I was running, I could see myself from outside myself: a skinny girl with the flapping shorts and too- big a T-shirt, always watching the other girls at school, a girl in a pink bedroom sitting with a book propped on her knees, the words she was reading entering her mind, some sticking like gluey never to be forgotten, others disappearing instantly, I could remember everything and remember nothing. I would watch a movie and recall every scene as if I had written the script, then watch another movie another day and be unable to recall it at all.”

“I don't feel like a trauma victim. I feel like a house after a fire. And sometimes I fell like someone who died but stayed in his body. And sometimes I feel like someone else died, like someone else sacrificed everything, so that I can have a normal life. With wings. And a tail. And vampires. And magicians. And a boy in my arms, instead of a girl. And a happy ending—even if it isn't the ending I ever would have dreamt for myself, or hoped for. A chance.”

“One in four girls will experience sexual abuse by the time she is sixteen, and 48 percent of all rapes involve a young woman under the age of eighteen. It’s not surprising then, that in a society where sexual abuse of young women is rampant, many women never share their stories. They remain hidden and invisible.”

“Instead of showing visibly distinct alternate identities, the typical DID patient presents a polysymptomatic mixture of dissociative and posttraumatic stressdisorder (PTSD) symptoms that are embedded in a matrix of ostensibly non-trauma-related symptoms (e.g., depression, panic attacks, substance abuse,somatoform symptoms, eating-disordered symptoms). The prominence of these latter, highly familiar symptoms often leads clinicians to diagnose only these comorbid conditions. When this happens, the undiagnosed DID patient may undergo a long and frequently unsuccessful treatment for these other conditions. - Guidelines for Treating Dissociative Identity Disorder in Adults, Third Revision, p5”

“It is morally impossible to remain neutral in this conflict. The bystander is forced to take sides. It is very tempting to take the side of the perpetrator. All the perpetrator asks is that the bystander do nothing. He appeals to the universal desire to see, hear and speak no evil. The victim, on the contrary, asks the bystander to share the burden of pain. The victim demands action, engagement and remembering... In order to escape accountability for his crimes, the perpetrator does everything in his power to promote forgetting. Secrecy and silence are the perpetrator's first line of defense. If secrecy fails, the perpetrator attacks the credibility of his victim. If he cannot silence her absolutely, he tries to make sure that no one listens. To this end, he marshals an impressive array of arguments, from the most blatant denial to the most sophisticated and elegant rationalization. After every atrocity one can expect to hear the same predictable apologies: it never happened, the victim lies, the victim exaggerates, the victim brought it upon herself; and in any case it is time to forget the past and move on. The more powerful the perpetrator, the greater is his prerogative to name and define reality, and the more completely his arguments prevail.”

“As a reflect on my life, here is what I have learned, how I have grown, and how I've been transformed. Little Dana as a child may have been a people-pleaser. She may have been a vulnerable, naive girl who was controlled by her mean-spirited family members. But that little girl doesn’t exist. Not anymore.”

“According to an article, Sibling Abuse and Bullying: The Hidden Epidemic on Psychology Today by Darlene Lancer, “Often labeled rivalry and ignored, sibling bullying and abuse cause real trauma. Sibling abuse is the most common, but least reported abuse in the family. Prevalence is higher than spousal or child abuse combined with consequences well into adulthood similar to parent-child abuse. Up to 80% of youth experience some form of sibling maltreatment; yet it’s been called the forgotten abuse.”

“Only if we are able to widen the lens to take in the bigger picture that includes both the outer challenges and the inner distress do we begin to sense that the protectors are in proportion to what is in need of shelter. It is our system's sense that moving the safeguard aside and allowing the implicit to emerge would be more harmful than whatever the protector is doing in this moment.”

“This is the moment of Lydia's crossing. Here at the back of this cave somewhere in the Tumacacori Mountains, Lydia sheds the violent skin of everything that's happened to her. It rolls down from her tingling scalp off the mantle of her shoulders and down the length of her body. She breathes it out. She spits it into the dirt. Javier. Marta. Everything. Her entire life before this moment. Every person she loved who is gone. Her monumental regret. She will leave it here. She stands at Lorenzo's feet. She turns away from him. 'I forgive you,' she says.”

“Let the ominous one find me, not to visit, but to finish. Brief, brutal, a silence carved from screams. Let the lock stay open, the air thick with rot and mercy. No more rehearsals of shame, no more days on this damned spinning rock. I've already died, but I wake too often. Let tonight be the last mistake. Let nothing ever come after.”

“HYPERAROUSAL After a traumatic experience, the human system of self-preservation seems to go onto permanent alert, as if the danger might return at any moment. Physiological arousal continues unabated. In this state of hyerarousal, which is the first cardinal symptom of post-traumatic stress disorder, the traumatized person startles easily, reacts irritably to small provocations, and sleeps poorly. Kardiner propsed that "the nucleus of the [traumatic] neurosis is physioneurosis."8 He believed that many of the symptoms observed in combat veterans of the First World War-startle reactions, hyperalertness, vigilance for the return of danger, nightmares, and psychosomatic complaints-could be understood as resulting from chronic arousal of the autonomic nervous system. He also interpreted the irritability and explosively aggressive behavior of traumatized men as disorganized fragments of a shattered "fight or flight" response to overwhelming danger.”

“Secondary structural dissociation involves one ANP and more than one EP. Examples of secondary structural dissociation are complex PTSD, complex forms of acute stress disorder, complex dissociative amnesia, complex somatoform disorders, some forms of trauma-relayed personality disorders, such as borderline personality disorder, and dissociative disorder not otherwise specified (DDNOS).. Secondary structural dissociation is characterized by divideness of two or more defensive subsystems. For example, there may be different EPs that are devoted to flight, fight or freeze, total submission, and so on. (Van der Hart et al., 2004). Gail, a patient of mine, does not have a personality disorder, but describes herself as a "changed person." She survived a horrific car accident that killed several others, and in which she was the driver. Someone not knowing her history might see her as a relatively normal, somewhat anxious and stiff person (ANP). It would not occur to this observer that only a year before, Gail had been a different person: fun-loving, spontaneous, flexible, and untroubled by frightening nightmares and constant anxiety. Fortunately, Gail has been willing to pay attention to her EPs; she has been able to put the process of integration in motion; and she has been able to heal. p134”