Forced deportation is a breeding ground for Post-traumatic Stress Syndrome on so many levels. Deportation of immigrants is a horrible business.
Our rivers and streams are full of anti-depressants that get there through our sewer systems so that animals drink the water (humans drink the water out of our taps in our homes) and the anti-depressants are then transmitted to humans who are not even prescribed but they’re taking them.
I hear this phrase frequently. It seems to be a catch-all for unanswerable questions that come up in therapeutic settings. It’s also a cop-out used casually by people who don’t want to deal with the issue at hand. I can’t count the number of times I’ve been told, “just let it go!” Wouldn’t it be amazing if it were that easy?
My family, both paternal and maternal are from a pioneering past and an indigenous past. These are two cultures that experienced extreme trauma that must not be taken lightly. The old adage, “it’s in the past so forget about it”, and “these things take care of themselves with time”, are not true and it is a dangerous way to live.
We, in the United States, are not the only country wherein individuals and religious groups condone disparagement of other religions. The travesty of violence against the country’s long-persecuted Rohingya Muslims by the Buddhists of Myanmar is an example in a long list that stretches across millenniums.
There are days when I get very overwhelmed with the past and I never know when I will get struck by an old experience that throws me for a loop. It gets tiresome, to say the least.