Last week in our blog, we posted the first part of Brooke’s story in which she shared the multiple ways she experienced covert emotional abuse within her marriage. As we read the second half of her story today, Brooke gives us an insight into the secondary harm which happens to most victims when they reach…
In today’s blog, we share part one of a two-part true story written by a brave survivor of domestic violence who we will call “Brooke.” Brooke fell deeply in love with a man too broken to return her love. In her story, she shares the crazy-making covert tactics her partner used to maintain power and…
Today, we are sharing a story from a victim that highlights not only how tormenting Covert Emotional Abuse can be, but how being a male victim abused by a woman can be a uniquely difficult and isolating situation. Like many other male victims, Tom endured years of maltreatment, both physical and emotional, before he found…
Today, we are proud to share the powerful testimony of a strong survivor who was sexually assaulted at a place meant to facilitate relaxation and peace, not trauma and agony. To protect her identity, she self-refers as “Riley” in her story below, although that is not her real name. Because of her abuser’s actions, her…
Seeing the way my husband disciplined our sons made me realize something was very wrong. By the time I knew we had to leave, I was so trapped in his lies I didn’t see a way out.
I experienced unfathomable abuse as a child. Now that I have children of my own, I’ve had to face the darkness in my past all over again.
This time of year – Christmas, Hanukkah, New Year’s – can be so magnificent. It is a time to gather with family and friends to show and receive love, connection and support. It’s a time of celebration – of faith, new beginnings, life. Yet, for many men, women, and children, this time of year is…
My fairy tale romance fell apart less than a year into our relationship, but I married him anyway. After suffering abuse for almost a decade, I found freedom in an unexpected place.
My heart stopped. I knew my former husband was either dead or again had robbed and ended up in jail. Hands shaking, heart thumping, I made the awful phone call.
My husband’s words hurt worse than fists. I endured constant emotional abuse until I finally saw through him, when he left me at my father’s funeral.
