I’m up at 2:00 am because my body hurts. I have felt like no one cared for a long time. I felt like that when I was screaming for help while I was being abused, and I literally had to fight someone off to keep them from hurting me. I felt it when I lay in bed last year with pneumonia, feeling like I was going to die, and then walking 5 miles to the bus stop. I felt it this week when an abusive person called me and told me that if I was struggling financially to live in a shelter or call Women's and Children's services. They said they offered me a ride, but I refused. Yes, I did. Because I was already walking that day and was only a few blocks from home. So, according to them, I deserved to walk five miles to and from the bus stop every day because I refused a ride that one day. How dare I think I deserved anything different? Thanks to my therapist, I've recognized those comments for what they are. Emotional abuse. But to me, it's just more of the same that has echoed ...
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