The Quiet Emergency: When Adults Look Away and Kids Learn to Disappear

the location of the wound.

Because trauma doesn’t clock out when the bell rings.

It rides home in the back seat. It sits at the dinner table. It waits in the hallway of your own house, quiet and patient, like it knows you’ll eventually walk past it.

And the first week at her new school, my daughter walked past it a hundred times a day.

On Wednesday—two continue reading …