Coercive Control: Dying slowly by more insidious poison than the coronavirus
Ten years ago, I was a brave victim to aid workers who fought for her physical recovery after horrific acts of violence. I was priced that between the operations and rehabilitations I was by a dedicated mother with high pedagogical qualities.
After a few years I was suddenly seen as half of a fighting couple and my safe home in the eyes of what calls itself professional suddenly turned into a disturbing home situation.
Yet I have not changed as a person. I am still a survivor of years of multiple violence and still have the pedagogical qualities of yesteryear. I only got a trauma on top of it, this time not outwardly, but as insidious poison. #coercive Control. I have been a victim of almost ten years of #coercive control, where I and my child try to survive day in and day out within the frightening world of justice. Horrible practices in which not only the pathogenic parent continues to abuse me and the joint child, but in which lying lawyers, mistrained counselors and naive judges have transformed our suffering into a tough struggle for survival.
