Tornadic Thoughts
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I recall an incident I went through approximately 27 years ago where the abuser I lived with at the time had beat the hell out of me and busted the windshield out of my truck so I couldn't leave. It was during the day when everyone I knew who was close by with a vehicle was at work. I went to a neighbor's home, who also had no vehicle, to use the phone to call the law, as we had no land line.
Two deputies arrived and clearly saw the damage, got the report of what happened, didn't do a damn thing to him, other than tell him to settle down, and advised me they couldn't give me a ride to the magistrate's office, I'd have to find my own way, and left me there with him. And of course my attempts to get to the place I could file charges pissed off my abuser even more.
I finally found the strength to get out of there with the help of a someone I randomly met who became a dear friend. Had it not been for her, I likely wouldn't be here. She helped me see that I deserved to be treated with respect, not the shit they were dishing out. There were many more incidents after that one with other abusers, as I very, very slowly learned to value myself (still learning in many ways), but I never again felt comfortable reaching out to the authorities for help, I just took matters in my own hands by the best means available in the moment.
Two deputies arrived and clearly saw the damage, got the report of what happened, didn't do a damn thing to him, other than tell him to settle down, and advised me they couldn't give me a ride to the magistrate's office, I'd have to find my own way, and left me there with him. And of course my attempts to get to the place I could file charges pissed off my abuser even more.
I finally found the strength to get out of there with the help of a someone I randomly met who became a dear friend. Had it not been for her, I likely wouldn't be here. She helped me see that I deserved to be treated with respect, not the shit they were dishing out. There were many more incidents after that one with other abusers, as I very, very slowly learned to value myself (still learning in many ways), but I never again felt comfortable reaching out to the authorities for help, I just took matters in my own hands by the best means available in the moment.