When cops killed a baby a man with a gun was using as a human shield, so that they could protect themselves from being shot. I always felt like cops are not supposed to protect themselves before the people they are there to protect. I don't know what it's like to have to take bullets for others, but I still resent the cops for putting their own safety before that of the innocent child. Why did they become cops if they didn't think about that first?
Christina Marie Riggs and what she did to her children, and her reasons for doing it. I don't feel traumatized by that any more actually, now that I understand social anxiety and depression a lot more.
The thoughts of stuff that hasn't even happened yet. Sometimes I start imagining my eyes getting poked out, or going blind, or I think about how no matter what I do in my life and how much fun I have and how much quality time I spend with my loved ones, we will each eventually die one by one and we will all end up dead in the end.
When I saw dead animals in the trash, even chicken bones.
What Andrea Yates did to her kids. I was horrified before at those people who were defending her saying she wanted what was best for her kids. How could she think dying was what was best for them? And how could she think DROWNING them was the best way to kill them? But that was before I understood mental illness and defect, and now it doesn't traumatize me anymore.
In a nurse's memoirs that I read, parents of two kids, a 4-year-old boy and a 7-year-old girl, shoved them in an oven and tried to make it look like a Christmas tree fire. The boy died on arrival at the hospital, the girl died after, before she could be questioned about it, and due to the nature of the burns she couldn't communicate, all she could do was nod or shake her head or wiggle her toes for pain meds, so she died with all that trauma inside her. She was blind besides. Now that I understand the mental illness and that I don't get traumatized thinking about the parents, just about the kids and what they suffered.
A dead cat was found in the microwave in Edmonton, alberta, by its owners. Four teenagers broke into the house and microwaved it to death. I don't get traumatized thinking of the teenagers' intentions, just that they were ignorant of the cat's feelings or so depressed they didn't care and that was all they could do to get stimulation, and not the owners because they had to leave their cat alone at some point, the cdat probably liked some time alone, but the ppoor cat!
When I was a kid I was a bit traumatized by the thought that people actually cremated dead bodies. Burial I wasn't traumatized by, just cremation. (Now I prefer it to burial, which is sort of gross.)
We watched a movie in English class once in grade 10 where Indians kidnapped a white guy and tied him with his arms to a horizontal stake with his legs in the fire, and he was making horrible ugly yells, why didn't he just laugh or something? He looked like a real idiot, even though yeah, he was burning. Finally his side of the war, who were crouching in the bushes stalking the Indian enemies, shot him before they sho the enemies, hjopefully to shut him up because he just sounded so ugly, or to cheerfully punish him for not lightening up at this thing that was too goofy and outlandish to cry about but too real to laugh about. People who CRY over goofy and outlandish things traumatize me for some reason.
As a kid I went thru a phase where I was traumatized seeing recyclables in the regular trash. (Now I understand people not caring, as opposed to being depressed about the environment but not doing a thing about it, so I don't get traumatized by this anymore.)
When I saw Star War Episode 1 when I was 11 I was traumatixed after the jedi died to see him lying dead on a thing shaped like a human silhouette but with a grill likea barbecue, and he was on fire. UGLY! Goofy, outlandish, not material to cry about, but too real to laugh about too. I consoled myself by telling myself that that's what he told them to do to him when he was dead; maybe he was really adamant about having taht kind fo a funeral!
When my mother whined about "having to" throw things away but still did. How she whined about how she was too lazy to washall these bags and bags fo clothes, many worn only once by her, so she went on about what a shame it was to "have to" throw them out because she was too lazy to even give them to the Salvation Army, and my father argued with her but she didn't want him to put them in the SA box for some reason and she then had the nerve to ask him to help her by putting them outside by the dumpster,which he DID.
And many more.
22 Nov 2007, 11:55 am
