Weird thing about trauma is how It normalizes shit that's completely fucked up. For instance every now and then, when having a conversation with my roommate, I drop something about my life or something that had happened in my life that I recognize as being fucked up. But it's something I've worked through and put past me, so I don't really think of it as a bad thing anymore.

But then I say it out loud and realize that, like, yeah, no, that is actually still pretty fucked up, even if I've worked through the experience, the look of horror on my roommate's face kind of proves the point.