I think a lot of trauma goes unnamed. Properly naming things seems to have been a necessity since Adam’s commission to name the wildlife (kinda funny to say that, what was wildlife? It was all wild, so just life? Like saying Brazilian nuts in Brazil).
It was only in retrospect that I recognized the subtle effects of PTSD of having worked in a prison for a year and a half. It hits in strange ways, like when people fail to use the crosswalk properly as I’m waiting at a light and walk behind me while I’m sitting on my bike. It makes me feel like my back is vulnerable and exposed. PTSD shows up in many, many ways.
I think a lot of trauma goes unnamed. Properly naming things seems to have been a necessity since Adam’s commission to name the wildlife (kinda funny to say that, what was wildlife? It was all wild, so just life? Like saying Brazilian nuts in Brazil).
It was only in retrospect that I recognized the subtle effects of PTSD of having worked in a prison for a year and a half. It hits in strange ways, like when people fail to use the crosswalk properly as I’m waiting at a light and walk behind me while I’m sitting on my bike. It makes me feel like my back is vulnerable and exposed. PTSD shows up in many, many ways.