Concealed trauma tries to remain hidden. When you approach it, it has warning signs everywhere, and tries to push you off track, to guide you anywhere but where you were hurt, and continue to bleed.
But if you ignore the signs, and march on in, then on the other side is a truly interesting landscape, one denied those who were not pushed over the edge into the abyss, and forced into creative adaptation.
This landscape, believe it or not, is warm. And it is peaceful. And it is richly textured. It is a good basis for a different sort of life.