Birth is the first trauma of life and also the first experience of separation anxiety—though determining the line between biology and consciousness and that form of “consciousness” which precedes awareness is a subject for discussion. Death on the other side of the equation also poses a curiously similar problem. Can it be called a trauma as one proceeds from the death rattle to oblivion? In between, there's the passage of life in which one endures literal and metaphoric insults to the ego which as has been said is "a body ego." Some of these are too huge to be processed and thus the psychoanalytic "apres coup." Others create a multiverse of disturbances that get registered on both an unconscious and conscious level (as rage or sadness). And some are just wounds, bandaged then forgotten. A child who takes a fall and scrapes their knee may scream loudly at the sight of blood though this incidence like many bruises of a physical and mental nature will vanish into the dark well of forgotten slights.
Read "Headbutt" by Francis Levy, HuffPost
and check out The Sugarhill Gang's "Rapper's Delight" (1979)
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