Books About Stockholm Syndrome の小説・ストーリー

I wouldn’t dare to leave. I know this feeling. It’s a familiar kind of madness. This is Stockholm syndrome, isn’t it? The psychological game where a captive finds themselves feeling compassion and even affection for their captor. I am his captive, and I find myself loving the very chains that hold me here. But I can’t let that thought take root. I push it away, deep into the back of my mind. I get dressed, fix my hair, and check my face in the mirror before heading down. At the door, I slide the blindfold on, and the guards take me by the arm and lead me to the car.

Which factor about me does she think makes me pathetic? We do have the same profession, but why don't we seem to have the same wavelength? "I am a healer, but I am not entirely pathetic!" I indignantly exclaimed, but her eyes stayed the same and her expression became worse! She patted my shoulder and gently said, "You might be confused because of all the worse that has happened to you. You've been tortured and imprisoned here for so long. No wonder you develop Stockholm syndrome."

She knew Aryan was more attracted to her because of her resemblance to his mother, maybe if not consciously then unconsciously but he was attracted to her because of that factor but how he treated her was odd because according to rumors he loved his mother but The man had kidnapped her, rapped her, caused the death of her child as well as make her pass through unnecessary pains and tribulations, things she knew she would never have encountered had he left her alone yet she could not help but think about him, missing him and wondering why he had to leave her alone. What had he done to her. Odessa knew that she had a psychological condition known as Stockholm syndrome, a condition where a capt

Sienna confirmed. "And that feels like betrayal- betraying myself, betraying the thirteen-year-old who swore she'd never be captive again. Betraying every lesson I learned about not trusting people who have power over you but I see you breaking down. See the guilt finally catching up and some damaged part of me wants to comfort you, wants to tell you it's okay when it's absolutely not okay." "That's Stockholm syndrome," Luca said. "That's your mind adapting to captivity." "Or it's empathy," Sienna countered. "It's recognizing that you're damaged too, that your monstrousness comes from the same place my survival skills come from childhood trauma that never healed

It seemed that Pierce's old crush was someone he had held dear to his heart considering how much he treasured her items. Then, why had he married Millie? Why hadn't he sought out his crush? The more Millie thought about it, the angrier she became. She wanted to confront Pierce immediately, but she stopped herself. She realized that there was something wrong with her emotions and suddenly thought of a terrifying psychological disorder—Stockholm Syndrome. It was a rare psychological disorder whereby a victimized person developed a defense mechanism out of the fear of death and admiration for the strong. The victim would resonate with the abuser and develop feelings for them, eventually falling

Siya's POV "I think you have Stockholm syndrome," Ian said with a playful smile. "What is Stockholm syndrome?", I asked confused at his statement. "It's a disease which makes the victim fall for your tormentor and feels sympathy towards him," he explained with a professional expression. "What the hell...I don't have any syndrome", I defended myself. "I suspect you do; otherwise, you wouldn't have saved Mr.King," he taunted me. "Ian...I just helped him due to humanity, not because of some stupid syndrome", I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

It was conflicting for me, being unable to decide on what I wanted and how I truly felt towards Daemon was part of what made acclimatizing here very difficult. I’ve often read about Stockholm syndrome and how it was a coping mechanism for a captive or a person in an abusive situation. I always found it weird how people developed positive feelings toward their captors or abusers over time. This condition applies to situations including child abuse, coach-athlete abuse, relationship abuse, and sex trafficking. I’ve often felt pity for them after interacting with a few victims that needed psychological help and here I was, now a part of them. It was crazy and scary at the same time. My life was

“You’re truly the worst kidnapper I’ve ever met.” His eyes flashed before he looked away to continue washing off the priest’s blood on his chest. “Coming fromthe girl who gives all captives a bad name. Spreading your sunshine all over my house, apologizing every step of the way. Let’s not forget the part where you came to your kidnapper’s room and begged himto fuck you. At least you’re not a cliché.” Heat washed up my back. “It’s called Stockholm syndrome. What’s your excuse? Mobster Decency Disorder?”

" Silence. Then footsteps walking away. I sat there. Crying. Processing. Everything I'd started to feel for him. The hope. The possibility. The belief that maybe we could make this work. All of it was built on lies. On false evidence. On circumstances that never should have existed. I'd been falling for my jailer. Developing feelings for the man who'd imprisoned me based on fabricated evidence. How could I trust anything I felt now? How could I know what was real and what was just a survival instinct? What is Stockholm syndrome? A last-ditch effort to make a bad situation bearable?

After a couple of minutes, he closed the folder, removed his glasses, and looked at Mike. I'm Dr. Wilbur. You're her son?" "Yes, sir. I'm Mike." "Precious has been with us for two months...," "Sir, my mom's name is Ashley, Ashley Harmon." Dr. Wilbur looked at the name on the chart. "Yes, Ashley. She only answers to Precious. We'll get to that. Since her confinement six years ago your mother has developed some psychiatric conditions. That's why, rather than sending her home when released, she came to us. The first is called Stockholm Syndrome. In this condition an inmate, or prisoner, develops positive feelings for her captors. In your mother's case, it's to a woman who is what we refer to as