ptsd
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder; The storm after the storm.
My Doctor Turned Out to Be a Sexual Predator. Content Warning.
As my older sister asked him into the apartment, I was aghast, as I hovered at the other end of the hall. He took a moment to carefully wipe his shiny, black shoes over the tatty, straw-coloured Welcome mat. He then took a step further into the narrow and long, dark hallway and headed cautiously towards where I was standing, shocked, never once taking his eyes off of me.
By Chantal Christieabout 21 hours ago in Psyche
Your Dreams Are Warning You š¤
THE DREAM THAT SAVED MY LIFE š The night before the accident I dreamed about driving on a wet highway and watching a red truck drift across the center line toward me in slow motion, and the dream was so vivid and so specific that when I woke up I could remember the exact stretch of road, the exact color of the truck, the exact moment of impact, and the sensation of spinning that followed, and I dismissed it as anxiety because I had a long drive ahead of me that day and my subconscious was probably just processing my standard driving-related nervousness into narrative form as brains do during REM sleep when they organize daily concerns into dream scenarios š“
By The Curious Writer6 days ago in Psyche
The Power of Presence
When āGood Parentingā Became a Feeling In modern parenting conversations, āgoodā has increasingly come to mean emotionally warm, verbally affirming, and immediately comforting. A good parent is expected to soothe distress quickly, validate feelings consistently, and minimize discomfort whenever possible. These traits are treated as obvious indicators of healthy parenting, reinforced by cultural messaging, therapeutic language, and social reward structures. When a child feels better in the moment, the parenting decision is assumed to have been correct, and when discomfort persists, the decision is often framed as a failure of care rather than a necessary part of development.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast11 days ago in Psyche
Front Line Mental Health. Content Warning.
Back when I was 16 years old, I joined a volunteer rescue squad. I specifically remember a car accident that I responded to not far into my career. It was early one Sunday morning that took the lives of three people. The driver of the car that caused it was intoxicated, and the two sisters he hit, one died immediately and later the other from her injuries.
By Timothy S. Vennell22 days ago in Psyche
