EllenBeth Wachs

My Cats are My Gods

“Microaggressions”, “Trigger Warnings”, and the New Meaning of “Trauma”

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When I joined the Marines, I met a man who had survived a helicopter crash during a training exercise. The first time I saw him his head and face were covered in burn scars. A balloon filled with saline, that looked like a dinosaur’s crest, was implanted in his scalp to stretch the skin so hair could grow. Something that looked exactly like the checkered buttstock of an M16A2 was imprinted on one side of his head. He greeted me when I checked in to my unit, and totally ignored the shocked expression I must have had when he approached. He shook my hand, asked a few questions, then left with a friendly “See you later, PFC.” His demeanor left me with the absurd thought, Maybe he doesn’t know how strange he looks.

He had been assigned to my reserve unit while undergoing treatment at a nearby military burn unit…

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Written by EllenBeth Wachs

January 6, 2015 at 10:30 am

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  1. Ellenbeth

    Totally agree.

    Paul Loebe

    April 15, 2015 at 1:47 pm


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