I don't like denial. I don't like repression.

[He says the ordeal led to] denial, repression, accommodation and disassociation ... subconsciously repressed.

... you sometimes had to force people to say things they would rather not articulate, just so they could hear their own words. It was interesting the way people could know things and not know them at the same time. Denial, he said, was like a thick stone wall.

I wonder if being sane means disregarding the chaos that is life, pretending only an infinitesimal segment of it is reality.

I guess I was in denial for a while. I didn't want to admit that there were certain things that I could no longer do.

It seems like a denial of natural justice.