My trauma wasn't in childhood but I can tell you some of my son's
- Petechial Hemorrhaging ... Can be mistaken for red eye, or marijuana use. Caused by strangling. This one drives me insane. On the upside, I frightened a school nurse badly enough that now she inspects the eyes of dazed & confused kids with red eyes with a magnifying glass before reporting drug use. She called to thank me last year. She said over half a dozen of the kids they had labeled as problem kids / drug users were getting beat up and choked out at home. :banghead: Yeah. No shit.
- Drug use. Drugs numb both psych & physical pain, and it's not like asshole parents are taking their kids in to get proper medical care for their injuries.
- Personality change.
- Automatic assumption of the worse case in anyone's motivation for anything. No matter who they are, and no matter history of best case motivation.
- No longer being able to take a joke. Because the things other people joke about? Aren't real? Extremes of behavior so far as to be ridiculous & therefore hilarious? Are real for him. They aren't ridiculous. They're very real possibilities.
- Hoarding food, hiding necessities, & refusing to become attached to "special" things. (All things which are taken away from him).
- Latching onto hate groups; places with both easy answers & where expressive anger/rage is encouraged.
- No Auto-Respect. Period. (Meaning no longer placing any adult or authority as "higher" than him or unchallengeable, nor is respect earned past tense, but is an ongoing state of affairs. The past means shit to him. Being worthy of respect yesterday does not infer respect today.)
- Acceptance of all things brutal.
- Untrusting of all things kind.
- 1,000 other things.
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Wild variation of most of these, and others. His brain is still pretty damn plastic. Remove him from the trauma for awhile, and put in an entirely different set of circumstances and everything starts changing. Same token, mid-abuse, he's gone through phases of becoming abusive/aping his abuser, becoming a kicked dog, becoming a fighter, becoming a ghost,... Becoming many different versions of who he could be when he grows up. Nothing has settled, yet. I don't know who he'll be if/when he gets through this. He's not locked in, yet.
This is part of why I hate hope. I should just kill his abuser and be done with it. But I have no idea what that would do to him. I don't f*cking care about the consequences to me. Wouldn't be the first time I've been locked in a cage. But I don't know what it would do to him. There are too many ways it could just make things so much worse for him than they already are. So I sit back in the motherf*cking lap of luxury watching him go through hell all in the hope he'll still be himself, still be here, when he comes out the other side.