Abuse and trauma survivor - these are my stories in no particular order. Content warnings and triggers everywhere. Adult blog; 18+ only.
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Hes Calling Again.
He’s calling again.
My trainer, who I should probably just refer to as my friend, asked me during our last session what it would take for me to get police involvement.
She made me set a boundary. So here it is, and you can all call me on it:
If he shows up somewhere I’m at again and I have even a hint that it’s anything other than a wild coincidence, I’ll be pursuing a restraining order through the family court system.
It’ll be 16 weeks no contact on Wednesday.
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I hope you can find a way to continue your healing - you deserve nothing less, and everything more. I hope you remember your bravery 🌿
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Have you ever been to a women's shelter?
You buzz, and you identify yourself before you enter. They have video footage of you and they take pics. If they've misspelled your last name it is a hassle to proceed. If they let you proceed at all.
They'll buzz you in only 5 minutes before you're scheduled. Otherwise there may not be someone to " keep an eye" on you. The leave you outside to be victim to whateved creep is stalking the place that day. Or whatever mother nature has in store.
There's passcodes and two sets of impenetrable doors. There is bulletproof glass at the reception desk. There are hardly any windows and none of them open.
It is stale and stagnant and stinks of misery.
It took me 20 minutes to secure a glass of water since they had to find "an escort". The chairs are stiff. There is an air of everything being just " functional"
It's not welcoming. It has no intention of being so. It's a prison. You're there because of decisions you made.
We leave one to enter another.
A Conclusion.
It is absolutely imparative that I get a companion animal.
On Tuesday I had an intake appointment for group therapy at my local women’s shelter. I had a Personal Danger and Risk Assessment done. The score scale is out of 30 and a score of 19 or higher categorized you as “In Extreme Danger/At Extremely High Risk”.
I scored a 27.