In this land of the free, abuse is woven into the foundations of numerous systems we have come to depend on. It is normalized, hidden behind metal walls and closed doors, and reinforced by oligarchic corporations that benefit from continued silence. It is because of this silence that the abuse largely goes unnoticed and unchallenged. Yet when brought to the surface, illuminated and exposed, this abuse is then repackaged by corporations to be a necessity rather than an immediate and ongoing crisis.
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Most people don’t picture a male when they imagine a Victim of Domestic or Sexual Abuse. That reaction is not accidental; it’s the result of generations of gender and societal expectations that teach males from a young age to be invulnerable, unemotional, and always in control.
Many people think Emotional Abuse leaves no scars. After all, there are no bruises to point to, no broken bones to mend. But the damage runs deeper than skin. Emotional Abuse slices into the very core of a person, eroding confidence, self-worth, and identity until only fragments remain.
In the age of social media, self-absorption is routinely mistaken for self-knowledge, and a culture that indulges this confusion turns even the language meant for healing into weapons of solipsism. Language that clarifies our inner lives is now being flaunted by people who cannot distinguish a genuine boundary from mere discomfort. To hold the scalpel is not to understand the incision; to speak the words is not to inhabit their meaning.
Wait, something is off… It wasn’t the fact that I was physically shoved down to the ground by my own mother’s two wrathful hands that had smacked, pinched, and pushed me in the past – or even my father’s unsupportive silence while he was there. All of these things were my “normal.” It was you. You just stood there, and you didn’t even say a word to help me.