Judith Herman, Trauma and Recovery (1997), p. 188.
practically everything i said in the last week, not even that differently:
there were a lot of trauma studies people in my various classes but trauma theory creeps me out because of aesthetics (“indestructible inner life”) and assumptions about subjectivity.
although i kind of like the 90swoman familiarity in a sort of “my mom would have this book next to her bed” kind of way.
i’m used to talking about radical vulnerability, not bodily integrity, although i am interested in reassembling—or maybe just assembling—a body. tumblr and photo booth are crucial.
“generations,” i know, see: queer theory.
i don’t know if the telling of the trauma story inevitablyplunges the survivor into profound grief. (though all the therapists wanted to note that the end of the relationship didn’t happen until i started talking about phil’s death in therapy. but.)
we could call “reframing” “misreading” and i would like this better.
i am still not into that new fiona apple song because i do not, in fact, want to feel everything, i already did and it sucked. however: feeling as an act of resistance, including revolutionary hysteria