One of the most stark realities of going through the court system
with: divorce, protective orders, contempt of court, po violations, victim’s coordinators, witness coordinators, parent coordinators, parent evaluators, visitation monitors, social workers, Child Protective Services, therapists, Circuit Judges, District Judges, States Attorney’s Office, Best Interest Attorneys, Attorneys, Masters, Mediators, Detectives, Police Officers, Sheriff’s Officers, discovery paperwork, interrogatories, copies of every bit of paperwork that may potentially define you (bank statements, mortgage statements, medical records, bill statements, daily activity logs etc), and reiterating your story a bajillion times to everyone and anyone, as if you have never told it before…
it is F’IN exhausting, uber full-time and you are not one bit unique from thousands of other women and children trying to extricate themselves from an abusive situation.
We are a dime a dozen to all of those professionals.
They see us multiple times a day.
We are overwhelmed and out of balance because our situations are so real and unique to us. This belief that we are unique, is a great lie that we tell ourselves.
We are not unique.
Do you know how many women you personally know who have been sexually abused, emotionally abused, physically abused, financially abused? I challenge you to ask in your family, or your closest friends, if you cannot think of anyone off the top of your head. I guarantee that you know someone who has been abused.
We follow in the tragic footsteps of countless women who have gone before us. Some in situations where they found justice and survived. More in situations that bent towards whichever way the current power and control swing was going. Others ending up dead as a result of abuse.
As we continue on this great human shift away from a patriarchal society, which I believe we are on (another post, another day), I hope that we all continue to speak our truths and share our stories loudly – even when we have no hope for justice, even when we have no hope for safety.
This is our war and I am betting that, despite losing battles here and there, we win the long race.
We are a dime a dozen, but each of our dozen wield mighty and powerful voices, deceptively couched in that lowly dime. We are slowly building, stack by stack, until we outnumber those lone one-in-a-million voices who attempt to stop us.
I am cheering your truth on! Good job, YOU – go, YOU, GO!
Love, Ms. Herisme xoxo
pssst… Donate to your local domestic violence shelter today and reach out to a friend today