#victim of abuse

[daffodilmornings]

Anyway, victims of rape deserve a safe space online to vent. We deserve to be open about our feelings, and our hatred and fear is valid as yours is to anything else that has harmed you. Stop silencing rape victims as "radfem man-haters" and listen to them as victims of continuous abuse at the hands of men and a patriarchal society that does not put these men behind bars.

RADFEMS AND TERFS DO NOT TOUCH

[furiousgoldfish]

I just realized that I'm defining 'healing' by 'feeling and functioning a little better than I did before' when from any other point of view I literally just escaped, shut myself in, never talk about what happened, get scared of everything, don't make human connections and re-live past situations as if they're still here. But I am feeling a little better than I did. So I'm having good progress I guess.

[beautifully-weathered]

One day at a time until everything is fine!

[cringyguuurl]

Today, I ran into my abusive ex. My rapist. The man that attempted to take my life. It felt like everything else disappeared in that moment. Idk how to explain it but it felt like I was in a trance. Him that tried so hard to ruin me, standing at the end of a hallway in the university he said I was too stupid to ever get into. As much as the violent rush of memories is hurting rn, seeing him made a part of me happy cuz he got to see how happy I am (or at least look). And that feels like some sort of revenge.

[lookmyskinisfallingoff]

Johnny Depp Vs. Amber Heard Settlement Agreement 2022.

On December 19, 2022, a settlement agreement was agreed on from Amber Heard’s team. Her insurance (still in legal suit against another insurance co. Amber had) has agreed to pay Depp $1 Million, finally settling the long, tedious legal battle that finally came ahead during 2022 this summer in Virginia.

 Both Amber Heard, her team and Johnny Depp and his legal team have dismissed their appeals after the settlement agreement. I saw a lot of twitter threads and articles for some reason marketing this as a win for Amber Heard, that the verdict was thrown out because of the settlement and that Amber is free to speak the same defamatory statements she’s made on Johnny in the 2018 OP from The Washington Post and it’s clear that people are purposefully lying to their followers and readers on the facts of this announcement for the settlement, what it means for this case and the current and final verdict for the defamation trial that took place this year in Viriginia.   

For those that still believe Amber and are still for some reason thinking she actually won the trial, she didn’t. This case cannot be re-tried, and the current verdict stands that Amber defamed her abuse victim, Johnny Depp and did so with malice. She cannot repeat any defaming statement she’s made on Depp in the past, if she does then she’s opening herself to another lawsuit for another defamation trial, so if she repeats her false statements in the press, on social media, in literature, in interviews, etc then she can and will be sued again. Freedom of speech does not mean free from consequences; it does not cover you when you purposefully lie on someone publicly and in doing so ruining someone’s reputation. She lost her defamation case due to actually defaming her victim and doing so with malice.  

Her paying out the settlement that her insurance agreed to does not vacate the verdict in Virginia, so please do not believe fake attorney’s and fan pages that can’t take 5 minutes to google what a verdict is and how settlements work or what they mean to the winning party. 

https://www.fairfaxcounty.gov/circuit/sites/circuit/files/assets/documents/pdf/high-profile/depp%20v%20heard/cl-2019-2911-order-6-24-2022.pdf

[ikamigami]

I'll only add that Eclipse was definitely angry that Sun was able to stand up to him and that Sun had the audacity to tell him all those things. Abusers don't like when their victims are standing up for themselves. Sun was supposed to be broken. But he isn't broken that much yet. Eclipse will definitely do something about it. He won't let Sun get away with it.

And maybe that's why computer send Sun to the Null Void? For me it seems very plausible.

[secretsbyekai]

Drew Starkey fan fiction

LIFE AS WE KNOW IT (Drew Starkey fanfiction)

This is my fanfic, please do not copy x

Cast:

Drew Starkey as Drew Blackmore (22 years old)

(Whoever you want it to be) as Audrey Harrington (18 years old)

NOTE:

I'm just going to put in all the random pages of my fanfiction of Drew Starkey. The "-------" is to separate the pages.

WARNING:

Violence, sexual abuse, drug abuse

[PART ONE]

September 13th, 2023 - New York City, New York

Eighteen-year-old Audrey Harrington exited New York University with some books and looked around the street. She had just finished up her classes for the day, Journalism. She took out her phone and went through all the notifications when the dark grey pickup truck parked right before her. The window rolled down and twenty-two-year-old Drew Blackmore appeared.

“Inside, now,” he demanded, boring his electrifying blue eyes into her light brown ones.

She frowned at his snappy tone but entered the vehicle. She strapped her seatbelt on and turned to him with furrowed brows.

“What?” she asked in annoyance.

He rested his hand on the passenger’s seat passing your head as he leaned closer.

“Are you seriously being bitchy right now, huh?” he said, and she remembered what she did last night, “Where were you? Why didn’t you answer my texts or calls?”

“I was–”

“Busy? Doing what, your assignments, studying, reading your novels?”

“Yes,” she answered, though there was a bit of uncertainty in her voice.

He scoffed with a sarcastic chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Then why was Roland Garcia with you?”

She just stared at him with her big curious eyes.

“What?”

“Don’t make me ask again, Dre,” he said with a light threatening tone in his voice.

She thinned her lips and sighed softly.

“Fine. I wasn’t doing all that, I was hanging out with him at his apartment.”

“Doing what?”

“We were hanging out.”

He rolled his eyes as he shook his head in disbelief.

“Can we please just go?”

He tusked and drove away from the university. The ride was awfully quiet, which made Audrey feel uncomfortable. She wanted to turn on the radio for some music.

“Don’t,” he warned, eyes still darted to the road ahead.

She sighed heavily and folded her arms before her chest, turning to the side of the road.

“What was that?” he asked.

“What was what?”

“Why did you just sigh heavily?”

“I’m not doing anything, Drew.”

“You were sighing heavily.”

She rolled her eyes deeply.

“I’m just tired.”

“Of what?”

“Classes.”

“Sure about that?”

“What else would I be tired of, Drew?”

He paused for a moment, and then said, “Me.”

She pursed her lips, watching as all the trees passed.

“I’m not tired of you,” she sounded, “I’m just…tired of everything else.”

He turned to her with a worried look on his face. He didn’t say anything after. He just kept driving.

---------

(I skipped some pages)

She rolled the ripped paper into a small pipe and put the edge on the white powder line. She put the other end of the pipe on her left nostril and breathed in sharply, letting the cocaine enter her nose and down her system. She tilted her head and sighed in relief, closing her eyes. Finally, she thought to herself. Roland chuckled at that.

“My, oh, my, someone hadn’t taken her hit in a few,” he commented.

“Drew wouldn’t stop grilling me about our hang. And he’s been picking me up from classes these past five days.”

“Sorry ‘bout the leak. Simon can’t keep his mouth shut.”

She rolled her eyes at that as she rested on the sofa. While the drugs worked their way into her body, the people at Roland’s apartment were having loads of fun. They were all having an infinite round of booze and drugs. Some were playing poker, some were dancing, and some were making out. It was the life Audrey had grown accustomed to ever since she turned fifteen. She first met Roland while she was walking down the street, and she saw him dealing drugs in a back alleyway. She approached him, asked how much his drugs were, and bought some from him. It went on like that almost every week and the two became friends. After three months, he decided to introduce his squad to her. She hadn’t unglued from him since.

Of course, her friends Jonah Fitch and Reese Abercrombie were pretty much against the newly-formed friendship. He was an adult while she was still a minor at the time, and she was hanging out with such a dangerous crowd. They wanted to get her out of it but to no avail. It went on like that until now. Joe and Reese had shared their concerns with Drew and he had tried to be more aware of Audrey’s surroundings, but she was a troublemaker at heart. She knew how to slip away when people weren’t looking.

It wasn’t like she decided to become a semi-drug addict for fun. She needed it to let loose, to be at an all-time high, to forget. She couldn’t shake off Uncle Morgan most times. He was just there, creeping over her. She could still feel his hands on her legs. She could hear his groans and moans. She could feel his heavy warm breath on her neck. It was terrifying. She couldn’t let him haunt her anymore. She needed a way to drown him out of her mind.

Drew had just gotten word from Reese that she was out partying with Roland. He had asked around the streets for his apartment address and after roughing up a couple of his guys, he finally got what he needed. He entered the apartment and observed around. There were a whole lot of people in there and it was damn noisy. Don’t the neighbors ever complain about this whole mess?

“Yo, yo!”

He turned around to see Roland lifting up both arms to welcome him.

“Country Club, my man!” he sang.

Drew furrowed his brows, not returning the friendliness. He never really liked it whenever Roland called him ‘Country Club’, even though he used to go to country clubs on a regular basis.

“Pick your poison, homes,” Roland invited as he showed him a glass of bourbon and a shot of tequila.

“I’m looking for Audrey, where is she?” he asked with a deep frown on his face.

Roland laughed.

“Oh, c’mon, Country Club! Have a little fun! Relax, take a few sips, get somethin’ up your nose!”

“No, I’m good. Where is she?”

He didn’t like how everybody was drunk and high. Where the hell was Audrey? Was she taking drugs, too? Was she drunk right now? Roland kept talking about all the bottles of booze he had, which pissed Drew off. He finally clenched his hand to the hem of his T-shirt and yanked him forward. Roland immediately stopped talking. He knew that Audrey had an intense boyfriend, but she never mentioned him being protective. Drew was half a head taller than all the men in that apartment. He was perfectly well-built, with his muscles still visible even under that oversized T-shirt he was wearing. He had a very mean glare and an ever-present frown. He also had a buzz cut, which made him look five times more menacing than he normally did with his growing brown hair.

“I don’t give a shit about your five-thousand-dollar booze or your janky-ass drugs, shithead,” Drew said threateningly, “I wanna know where my girl is.”

Drew practically jammed the door open and barged in and saw five people lying around in bed. There were three guys who had their hands on two girls, one of them being Audrey. They all jumped up in unison when they heard a loud ruckus. When she saw him there, she felt like her entire body had drained from any and all high. She let in a deep breath and froze in place. She didn’t dare move, for fear that he would go all ballistic on everyone there. He had his teeth gritted, his jaw clenched. His hands were clutched on the door frame and the handle, turning his fists white. 

“Everybody, get out!” he shouted, letting out a thunderous voice.

With that, they all scampered out of the bedroom, and it was just him and Audrey. He closed the door and went over to her.

“Have you lost your mind?” he shouted still.

She thinned her lips and turned away, not knowing how to react to that. He had never screamed at her before. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her off the bed.

“Drew!”

“We’re fucking leaving!”

“Drew, stop!”

He turned back and gripped her upper arms, shaking her vigorously. She immediately shut her mouth.

“We’re leaving this shithole and you’re never seeing these people again,” he said with a low and threatening voice, “If I ever see them around you, if I ever hear you being here again, I will fucking kill them.”

She widened her eyes in shock, intensely gazing at him as she was rooted in place. She didn’t dare say another word or let out any discomforting reactions. She just kept still and quiet. Once he was sure she got the message, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the apartment building and to the parking lot. He took out his car keys and unlocked the door, but she stopped in her tracks. He rolled his eyes and turned around, going back to her.

“Get in the truck, Dre,” he commanded.

“N-no,” she stuttered, her voice none above a whisper.

He scoffed as he looked at her in disbelief, repeating, “No?”

She gulped and shook her head, putting her hands on her chest and looking at him worriedly. He laughed in sarcasm as he started walking around, trying to figure out what was going on with her and why she was being relentless with that party of misfits and drug addicts. He suddenly slammed his big palm on the vehicle, making a thunderous noise echoing through the space. She jumped at that and looked down, taking a step back, but he only went closer to her, towering over her as he tilted his head all the way down to see her small figure. 

“You wanna go back to that party? You wanna snort all that coke and smoke pot, getting grabbed around by random guys, getting passed around, huh?” 

She just looked straight to his broad chest. 

“I don’t know what the fuck is goin’ on, Dre, but you’re not gettin’ anywhere near that guy and his shitty friends again, do you understand? Do you understand?” he said, and then shouted at the top of his lungs at that last question.

With that, she finally broke away from her fear and wanted to make a run for it, but Drew was fast enough to grab her body and drag her inside the vehicle.

“Hey, hey! Whoa!” they heard someone else shouting.

The two stopped their ruckus and turned to Roland who was storming over to them with a deep frown on his face. Drew furrowed his brows and scoffed with a sarcastic chuckle.

“You think you could just waltz out like you ain’t done shit, homie?”

“You stay the fuck away from my girl, asshole!”

He snorted at that.

“What the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, Country Club? I don’t give a shit about yo’ bitch!” he shouted back.

Drew squinted his eyes and tilted his head.

“What did you say?”

“You made me look like a weak-ass fool up there!” Roland yelled.

Drew just stared at him, thinking on his own as Roland kept going on and on about how he was the big boy on the streets. He couldn’t believe that he was her company, of all people. Roland didn’t care about Audrey’s health or well-being, which was very obvious, considering he was the one who sold her drugs and brought her to all his drug parties. But he assumed, at the very least, that Roland thought of her as a friend, and that he cared about her at a certain level. How very wrong he was.

With that in mind, Drew plopped Audrey inside the vehicle and locked the door. She wanted to get out, banging on the window as she tried to open it, but it looked like Drew had switched the truck’s lock system from the outside. Drew marched over to Roland.

“Okay, you wanna fight, huh? See who’s the big man?” Drew challenged.

“Yeah, that’s right–”

Before Roland could finish his sentence, Drew lunged at him and threw a big punch to his face. Roland immediately fell to the ground and Drew went on top of him, punching him over and over and over again. In no time, blood had spattered around on his skin. It was brutal. Drew was dangerous when he fought. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t have any self-control.

Audrey, from inside the vehicle, kept screaming for him to stop. It would be a shame if Drew had to go to jail for a drug dealer like him. It wasn’t worth all the damage for his future. Drew was doing so well, work-wise. His career had skyrocketed and he was more than financially stable to provide for himself and his entire family. He was basically royalty from his own hard work and tenacity. He would lose everything if the police imprisoned him for assault and battery.

She finally went to the wheel and honked the horn for a long period of time, to wake him up. When Drew finally crash-landed back to reality, he stood up straighter, breathing hard as his chest rose and fell. He turned over to his truck and Audrey stopped. He finally unlocked the door, entered the truck, and started the engine. He placed his hands on the steering wheel and just stared at them blankly. He did it again.

Audrey kept very still and quiet so as to not anger him more. She kept her gaze straightforward to give him the privacy and space that he needed. He turned over to her with furrowed brows. She had her seatbelt strapped and she was seated nicely, keeping her mouth shut, but her tears kept rolling down and she tried very hard not to sob, to not make a sound. He grabbed a napkin he kept in the dashboard right in front of her and wiped the blood off his hands and face. He threw it to the backseat and turned to her, resting his hand on the passenger seat. 

“Dre?” he said softly, his voice none above a whisper, “Hey, Dre…I’m sorry…”

She gulped and just closed her eyes, sniffing very quietly.

“Dre, hey, look at me…look at me, baby.”

She kept herself still. He finally clasped his hand to the side of her neck and tilted her face towards him. He looked deep into her eyes. She was drunk and high out of her mind.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he whispered, and she nodded.

He finally drove away from the parking lot. 

She drank up the tall glass of warm water with honey and snacked on a bowl of raisins and a cut-up banana. Drew had prepared the food and drink she needed to sober up quickly. She didn’t deserve any of that. She didn’t deserve him still taking care of her and serving her what she needed when she had crossed a line. She didn’t just get high or drunk with other men groping around her at that party. She lied to him. She turned off her phone. She told him that she needed to rest before waking up in the middle of the night to study. She broke his trust, and for what? 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking down. 

He had just cleaned himself up from any remaining blood and sat on that dining table with her. He didn’t say a word. She put the fork down gently and turned to him.

“You don’t deserve this,” she continued, “I don’t want to do this to you.”

“Do what, Dre?” he asked, still looking at the floor.

“This isn’t the first time I lied to you, Drew…”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“I hang out and party with Roland and his friends four times a week, just to keep me going,” she explained, “Every time I said I wanted to get some rest at an unreasonable hour of the night, I’m out with him.”

He kept quiet.

“I don’t have a drug or drinking problem, I’m just…I need to keep it away.”

He blinked a few times and thought about it.

“Keep what away?”

She turned back to her bowl and glass and stared at them blankly.

“Morgan.”

He turned to her slowly and furrowed his brows.

“Morgan? Who’s that?”

“My uncle. He’s my mom’s older brother.”

“Okay…?”

She thinned her lips and tilted her head up, looking at the ceiling. How was she going to tell him about that? Should she even share that story? She couldn’t even think about it let alone tell it. 

“Something bad happened to me…from the moment I turned twelve to around the time I was sixteen…” she started, “Something…disturbing.”

He blinked a few times and observed her body language. She was trying so hard to tell him what was going on with her. She kept cracking her knuckles and fiddling with her fingers. She had her legs tightly closed and her dark long hair covering her caramel-colored body. 

“And I just…can’t forget about it…I keep…having these flashbacks, so I…I try to keep it away as much as possible without the drugs and the drinking, but…it just won’t go away…”

He leaned closer to her as he rested his arms on her chair and the table, searching her face. She kept her eyes closed, trying very hard to keep it together.

“What happened?” he asked. 

“I…I don’t know…how to tell you…I can’t…”

“Something bad happened to you when you were twelve to sixteen and it has something to do with this Uncle Morgan guy?” he asked, “Or was he the one who did something to you?”

She kept rubbing on her hands as she placed them on her chest. 

“He…he…he did something to me…”

He blinked a few times and straightened his sitting position slowly, thinking about it. He had a guess what that guy did. If he was right, from analyzing her body language and how hard it was for her to talk about it, he must’ve sexually abused her. He pursed his lips as he gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched. He looked around her apartment, his feet jumping up and down in an aggressive manner on the floor. He gripped the table and the chair tightly until his fists turned white. That son of a bitch…that sick fucking pig stye, he thought to himself, I’m going to fucking torture the living shit out of him and I’m gonna fucking kill him.

“Where is he now?” he found himself asking. 

“He’s…he’s in Brooklyn…”

He closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. The disgusting animal didn’t even bother living far away from her. 

“Where does he work?”

“He’s…a manager…at a boxing club.”

He nodded once.

“He swings by there every day?”

She nodded.

“What’s the name of the boxing club?”

She finally looked into his eyes in worry.

“Tell me the name of the boxing club, Dre.”

She just stared. He carefully put all her hair away from her face and placed it behind her ear.

“Do you know how much I love you?” he asked.

She didn’t answer.

“I love you so much that I’d do anything for you, Dre,” he whispered, “I care about you a lot. And I never wanna see you have to struggle for a goddamn thing.”

He held onto her hand gently and intertwined their fingers together as his eyes were locked to hers.

“Tell me where he is.”

She gulped and readied herself to answer.

“He works at East Boxing Gym.”

He nodded and held onto the back of her neck. He rested his forehead on hers and the two closed their eyes. He never knew that she went through something so dark and traumatic. She never shared. No, he never asked. 

“I’m gonna take care of you, you hear me?” he said, “I promise you’ll be okay.”

[da-sonnycarisi]

i know i pay a therapist to tell me why i am the way i am but realizing just how deeply my parents fucked me up… it’s really hard to cope with.

[rvllybllply2014]

Dv under the cut I’m fine tho. Well as fine one can be. Also sorry for complaining

It’s sad and pathetic of me to try and be a good person by helping my ex. He’s looking for a place to stay (his mom kicks him out because of him being a drunk). Anyway i take him over to his moms, and he’s drunk drunker than I thought so he gets kicked out. I come get him, his mom has called the police on him before and won’t hesitate. I pick him up and he starts off by just saying I’m a stupid bitch and we need to leave now. Whatever that’s not the worst he’s very called me. So I leave like he demanded and he starts off by twisting my wrist because I’m blocking him from grabbing/pinching my leg. He eventually punches me in the arm a couple of times while saying to take him back to his mom’s. Me being me and just done with the five minutes of abuse already and knowing that he left his clothes over there does as he asks. But no I did the wrong thing, he grabs my wrists and elbow once at his mom’s to try to break my arm. When I use my other hand to get him to stop he bruises it on top of bruising my right hand/wrist/inner elbow. I get out intending to get his clothes but he starts causing a scene by honking my horn so I get back in he again tries to break my wrist. We leave and he grabs my right pinky while saying I’m a stupid bitch and do I know what I just did. He doesn’t like it when I tell him he’s the only to cause a scene so he tries to break my right thumb. I threaten to go straight to the police department down the road from his mom’s, he starts to behave. Thanks to him I’m a good driver to the point of being able to not crash while someone is actively trying to break my arm and hurt me in other ways. We get back to my neighborhood where he punches me on the side of my neck while saying that I need my face bashed in. I did punch him in stomach, I’m not proud of that and yes this was after me grabbing his fingers/hands trying to get him to stop hurting me. We get to the house he freaks out and says that I’m not from New York and to quit acting like it (never claimed to be I’m from the state I was born in). Then he goes on about how I shouldn’t listen to my Mexicans (idk I’m half Mexican) and how again he should whoop my ass and beat my face in. I’m still asking to get out while using his name, he claims that’s not his name so I use his last name he claims that’s not his name. He then grabs the back of my head while saying come here, and tries to push my head into the steering wheel intending to bash my face in. That doesn’t work, I remind him that my dad is here and he says he doesn’t care he’ll beat my dad’s ass. My dad may be old but he works construction. Then I ask if he’d like to go back to his mom’s but remind him that he was kicked out and he has he’ll be her ass too while punching my car. He also says that he’ll beat like how I beat him, anytime I touch him it’s self denying. Before he finally gets out he says he hates me and then gets mad when I block his hits at my face. He did manage to hit my face twice and knock my glasses off slightly. My eye is swollen and my cheek hurts, along with both hands hurting, my right wrist hurting, my right pinky and thumb hurting, my forearm hurting along with my elbow and my neck hurting.

The only good thing to come out of this abusive encounter was that he face planted as soon as he got out.

Tomorrow he’ll say that he’s not abusive and that I’m not a victim and how other women would laugh at me for claiming to be one. I’m just tired, I’m done being nice and I’m just done with everything.

[nakeddeparture]

She thought there were going to be “I’m Sorry”. It never came. Here’s why….

https://youtu.be/iWEkOeehTpA

Like, share and subscribe. Naked!!

[uncanny-tranny]

Honestly, there is a certain type of fetishizing of violence that occurs when you are the victim of abuse - wherein people talk directly to you about how much they fantasize about your abuser/s dying and being killed - "all abusers must be killed!" they say.

As a victim of prolonged abuse, I never felt cared for when people indulged that information to me. It often feels like my abuse is being exploited for others to enact their own violent fantasies and secret desires - my abuse means nothing to them in the same way that I didn't matter to my abusers. It's not support - it's just another cycle of violence.

I'm begging people to care more about victims and survivors than they do about retribution of abusers. Nowhere along the way should your focus on the abuser outweigh the people affected by their abuse. If you truly want to support abuse victims and survivors, start with us

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

None of our hands are clean

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[stars-obsession-pit]

Following an accident, Danny wakes up in Gotham City in a DC universe. Lacking any forms of ID or possessions beyond the clothes on his back, he’s forced to commit some crimes to survive. Minor crimes, but still.

And then he gets caught.

During the court proceedings, they come to the mistaken conclusion that he’s a Meta suffering from some psychiatric issues such as Cotard’s Syndrome (a real rare condition where a person holds the delusional belief that they’re dead/don’t exist/etc).

Thus, between his “need for mental treatment” and the concerns about housing someone with his unique physical traits, he is sentenced to spend time in Arkham Asylum. He’s under pretty low security aside from the anti-Meta stuff and has more freedoms than some other inmates, but it’s still not a great experience. Even at the best of times, Arkham is hardly a nice place.

Some of his fellow residents are decently chill all things considered, but lots very much aren’t.

[iwasbored777]

Barbie movie never said "we need to stop men" it said "we need to stop toxic masculinity" and if that made you feel called out I got some news for you

[nakakabaliw]

(⚠️Talk of SA/Abuse Victims/Anya Mouthwashing)

⚠️If you need any "credibility" i am also a victim of abuse.

My Thoughts on #GIRLBOSS Anya

TW: S/A , Abuse

Some people need to realize that not all victims of abuse are empowered #girlbosses and are in fact scared to face their abuser bc of power dynamics and such .

Sometimes people just arent able to stand up to them, and thats okay. Its easy for some to say "oh they should fight back" but its really not :( often times their abusers are people in power, or close to them that they wouldnt want to antagonize in fear of disappointing them or for them to do the worst.

Sometimes victims may not even realize they were being abused/manipulated, and sometimes they downplay their own suffering bc its easier than fighting back.

That isnt to say that "victims should just comply to their abuser", its definitely not, and if you are suffering from abuse please seek as mucb help as you can. Im referring to people who always assume that if victims just "tried hard enough" they could defeat their abuser.

This is why often times I feel a little off put by depictions of Anya being this girlboss character who couldve defeated Jimo Because it sorta downplays her fear of him. Yes, we wouldve loved to see her succeed and win, but she was honestly scared. She was doing her best to please him by cheering him on and folding in when he berates her.

Personally I also want her to take that gun/axe and hit him where it hurts, but as a victim of a similar (not SA) type of abuse where people who controlled/manipulated were far above me, I symphatize with her.

Her death and her folding up, her taking drastic and risky measures such as hiding the gun case when she told Jimo about her pregnancy. Her struggling to open up about it bc shes been dismissed already by Curly, who couldnt believe that someone hes close to would do such an act and is trying way too much to balance both sides.

This is all just my opinion. Theres really nothing wrong with making a victim stand up for themselves, in fact yes, it should be celebrated. But also dont dismiss when a victim doesnt do that due to fear/trauma.

TL;DR: sometimes victims can dismiss their own abuse for the sake of safety.

Pls keep in note that im speaking from complete experience and am no way a psych major or anything. This is just my voice and opinion and if you beg to differ, im open to discussion ^^ please be respectful!

[lifeonkylesfarm]

so do y'all actually genuinely care about abuse victims? because I hear y'all saying "just let me know who your abuser is and I'll block them" ok but what about when the abuser is your good, close friend? what then? do you still care as much? will you still kick that person out of your circle or will you just start making excuses, saying "well, they've changed since then" or "they're not like that with me" or any other bullshit? seriously, do you really care then? will you still prioritize victims? because I see a lot of y'all only ostracizing abusers when they're not in your circle. prioritize victims or just stop lying.

being abused can fucking ruin your life. fucking prioritize victims.