Triggers

triggers

(A special trigger warning applies to this post.  Please take care of yourself.)

Survivors speak a lot about triggers.  We use trigger warnings on everything we write, we say something triggered us, we apologize for triggering others.  Trigger is both a noun and a verb.  And triggers are the bane of our existence.  For those of you lucky enough not to know, a “trigger” is something that brings out our memories of the trauma that we went through.  It can be anything and it draws us back into the original traumatic experience.  A trigger can bring on a full-blown flashback, or it can just set off a series of emotional and physical responses.  Because they are so common an experience for survivors, I thought I would attempt to write a piece about my triggers to help others understand.

Triggers can be anything.  Seriously, anything.  A smell.  A sound.  A seemingly innocuous object.  A place.  An action.  A time of day.  Our friends and family are often baffled by our reactions to what appears to be “nothing” to them.  Whatever the trigger is, for some reason our mind associates it with our rape or our rapist.  When we are triggered, it is a very distressing experience.  This is why we post trigger warnings.   The last thing we want to do is cause our fellow survivors distress.  A rape survivor sees the warning and can judge for himself/herself whether they are feeling strong enough to read on.  It’s a “spoiler alert” of sorts. More

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And now for something completely different….

Even we serious bloggers who try to tackle difficult subjects need a bit of a break.

Many of you know that I am a teacher, and some of my followers are teachers too.  I stumbled upon a wonderful blog by a cartoonist/teacher named Matt Gajdoš, AKA Mr. G.  He is wonderfully funny and draws about the cute little moments that are found in every school day.

A few days ago, Matt posted this cute comic about the end of the first day of kindergarten.  I taught kindergarten for 12 years, so it struck home and made me chuckle.  I commented that he should write about the beginning of that first day…which is typically filled with crying kids, crying parents, and repeated requests to go home or eat lunch.  It’s a fun-filled, exhausting, zoo of a day.

Well, Matt took on my challenge!  I was delighted to see this post in my inbox.  Matt tries to capture those first moments in all their chaos and glory!  Thanks so much Mr. G.!  Surf around his site and check out all of the other great comics.

Even if you’re not a teacher, if you have kids you can relate to this.  Welcome to my world, and thanks for joining me along the way.

Enjoy!

Aimee

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