I am a survivor studying the wreckage, noticing a pattern.
When a person is being harmed, a mountain of tidy evidence is demanded—transcripts, videotapes, witnesses, perfectly composed testimony—and even then, it is rarely sufficient.

Meanwhile, the person with the well-fitting mask and an image to manage says, “I didn’t do it. The emotional person is clearly troubled.”
And the world responds, “Okay. We believe you.”

In a system where sucking it up and smiling is the only rewarded behavior, a reasonable question emerges:
Who is more likely to be misrepresenting the truth?

The person shackled by the humiliation of bleeding out—a position that offers no social gain and constant judgment?
Or the person who has everything to lose if the mask slips?

I am not proud of the desperation in my archives.
But I am not ashamed of being destabilized by a system designed not to protect me. One which says- you can destabilize a person (cue: coercive control) and then point to their destabilization as THE issue. No. Just no.

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