We didn’t use the word “trauma” when I was growing up in the 70s and 80s in Detroit, Michigan. Even though it was all around us, we just thought this is how life is supposed to be.
I was born in 1967 in Detroit in the midst of the riots. My mom was six months pregnant with me when police and the National Guard took over the city with tanks and police patrols in the aftermath of police violence at an after-hours club. The Detroit riots were among the bloodiest and deadliest during that time. I was born into trauma, but I never knew it.