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Hi, I want to share my story of my domestic abuse relationship. Now, I understand the victims and survivors in abusive relationship; I understand how tiring it is to hope that they will change or a sign that they are in a good mood. I was a victim of covert emotional abuse. Experiencing this kind of abuse is like I have been brainwashed in a way that his words manipulate and gaslighting onto me, thinking and doubting myself that I am just overthinking or dramatic partner. I express my feelings about asking for basic needs, and in the end, I end up apologizing and fixing his mood. It took me 3 months to realize that I was a victim of rehearsing every word to avoid his anger wasn't communication, it was a survival tactic against emotional abuse. I realize that I made 3 attempts to leave the abusive rs. But it's not easy to leave because abuse doesn't happen at first - it escalates, turning into a pattern, slow and subtle, and the good moments kept me trapped while my body is in a constant state of survival. So I stayed and stayed silent because I was terrified of how it would twist it, accuse me of things I didn't do, or project onto me if I left. What terrifies me and has traumatized me until now is that he broke up with me via text while I was in the hospital waiting for my psychiatrist because I was suffering from my anxiety. It hurts because he knows I'm there at the hospital. After all, I updated him before the day I went to the hospital. This event caused me PTSD and hypervigilance in my surroundings. Since it's been 4 months since the domestic abuse, speaking out, spreading awareness about abuse, journaling, and crying out loud are my ways to cope and heal. Although it's been 4 months since I got out of an abusive rs, I will always speak out and advocate to stop abuse from being normalized and minimized.

I survived. I got out. You can too. Insidious and devious are the words I think of when I've wondered how I got trapped. My ex-spouse was so charming, everybody thought he was a great person and I did too. So much so that I decided to ignore the fact he raped me and chalked it up to us drinking. Then gradually as we dated and then married he tried to spin a web of control around me by being angry and violent when I would spend time with friends or go to the gym or go to the library to study. Telling me I was not allowed to go to the gym because there were men there. Being told I couldn't go to work events. Calling my work when I was working late and accusing me of having affairs, then being verbally and physically abusive. He was so successful at manipulating others even my dad, initially, didn't believe me when I told him about the monster and the horrible things I had endured. I finally told my dad what had been going on when he threatened to kill me and chased me with a baseball bat. I was able to get in my car and get away and called my dad crying and screaming. He thought I had lost my mind. Some of my friends also thought I had lost it, and told me oh he is so nice and scoffed when I said I was filing for divorce and a protective order. After the first two calls to the sheriff they believed me and were so kind, frequently driving by my house and making sure I was safe. There is power in being believed. There is strength in knowing that others have made it out both alive and eventually became whole. I still experience occasional flashbacks and certain situations will trigger my anxiety, but I am able to trust people again and no longer fear "being in trouble" if I spend time with friends. Even more, I have allowed myself to become emotionally vulnerable with other people again after all these years. That was a huge leap for me. And I genuinely feel like a good person again.

As a young adult I was exposed to internet pornography. Curiosity drew me in more and more and eventually I became addicted to it. I spent the next 17 years struggling with it off and on, wanting to stop but not knowing how. When I started to learn how porn perpetuates sex trafficking, I became more motivated to find recovery. I also felt deeply convicted when I began to learn that a significant amount of internet pornography contained non-consensual content. I didn’t realize how consuming it created more and more demand. I’ve finally gotten free from that habit and have been for almost 6 years now. Now I’m at a place where I’ve found opportunities to help other men get free and raise awareness on the harm of porn and the abuse it perpetuates. I have so much passion and hope now. I KNOW consumers/abusers can change through self-disgust, remorse, and empathy. Hearing survivor stories encourages me so much and I look forward to efforts that elevate their voices. I hope my journey continues to bring healing, hope, and healthy dialogue to others and their journeys.

No more feeling shame. The shame is my abuser's to bear. I was in an abusive relationship 7 years. She would Yell and throw items around the room. Tell me who I can and can't see, and where I could go. She would degrade me by playing on any insecurity I had. If I questioned her motives I was gas lighted to change my way of thinking. She would smack my chest and call it play fighting. She would convince me "I'm the only one who is looking out for you" she monitored where I was and how long I was there. I would hid in the bathroom, because I was terrified of her. She would convince me to cut people out of my life. She would manipulate me emotionally and physically. Everything was on her terms, she loved that I feared her. No more feeling afraid of speaking my truth. #yournotalone