A poem by H Dawood about trauma and recovery
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A series of bad things
A three-part poem about sexual assault.
The places I reside in: Group therapy and recovery from sexual assault
When I think of my life, it splits into two sections divided by a thick line, a line made up of the hands of men who turned my life and me inside out: the before and after I was sexually assaulted.
No Room of One’s Own
Neuro-divergence, media and people of colour
Emotional labour is a significant part of the unpaid work ‘unemployed’ disabled women do
My ‘unemployment’ doesn’t mean that I don’t work – it means that I don’t get paid for the work that I do.
On World Cancer Day: Moving Past a Tragic Backstory
Though my cancer diagnosis was at the end of 2015, the psychological effects of the event are still omnipresent in my life.
On growing up around illness
Trauma travels and it permeates
The pernicious hierarchy of self
"Don’t tell me battered minds matter / less than bruises"
Hypervigilance and me
"I didn't know that complex PTSD existed until I came across it in Judith Herman's 'Trauma and Recovery' and realised that I had it"
