“You Need Help”

And other awful assumptions about traumatized people

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When I was a kid, I wished somebody would help me.

I walked around this world truly thinking that would happen. I would be as good as I could be, meaning, as kind and unselfish and giving and polite. I hoped that someday, someone would notice how good I was, and like Cinderella I would be saved by my fairy godmother.