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justcallmesushi:

"We’re learning a lot about this thing called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. This war time disease. This combat fatigue diagnosis. And we read something worth sharing. Fact, urban youth are twice as likely to get Post Traumatic Stress Disorder than soldiers who are coming home from war. So tell me, what’s the difference between homicide in the streets and bloodshed on the battlefields of Iraq. […] The only difference there is between a soldier with PTSD and one of my students with it is that a soldier gets to leave the battlefield, while my kids go home to it."

Javon Johnson & Terisa Siagatonu- “PTSD”

That last gif. It took me years to stop responding to my triggers, but the emotional flatlining persists. Pretty sure that’s here to stay.

So I watched the whole thing and I highly recommend doing so.  It’s good poetry and very powerful.  The parallels between soldier’s PTSD and the PTSD of urban youth are uncanny.  My favorite part—“why did we fire the counselor?”  I am also studying psychology in school and this is the reason I’ve stuck with it (other than the fact that it is interesting).  Teachers need to be able to recognize the signs and know how to take care of kids, academically and socially/emotionally.  Some of the stories I’ve heard about the kids I’ve worked with in the BPS system are absolutely heartbreaking, and they’re only in elementary school.  It’s important to be on the lookout for this stuff when they’re young…gives them a better chance in the future.

just…wow

ccomet:

fatseux:

Role model.

So good

the wink at the end.

(Source: harryedwerdstyles)

So I go to this awesome college and I’m learning so much. I thought I wanted to go here and I thought that it would be easy to make friends. But I just feel so trapped here. I don’t drink, I don’t like parties, so what chance do I have to make friends here? Everyone says that college eventually starts to feel like home, so when is that gonna happen? I know that part of it is my fault, I’m not the best at initiating conversation, I’m not the friendliest person at first, but that’s only because I’m so fucking worried about how I act in front of new people that I can’t concentrate on being myself. I just wish there was someone to meet me halfway, someone who is going through this sort of thing too. Everyone makes it look so easy. Maybe I don’t belong here…

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