To those who abuse: the sin is yours, the crime is yours and the shame is yours. To those who protect the perpetrators: blaming the victim only masks the evil within, making you as guilty as those who abuse. Stand up for the innocent or go down with the rest.
We cannot be complicit. We must always take a stand.
Choosing to stay silent, is a choice. And it is not a good choice when it comes to witnessing bullying and abuse. It is abuse in an of itself.
Winston Churchill, the man who stood up to evil itself, Adolf Hitler in WWII, said, “You’ve got enemies, good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.”
I had people in my life that chose to witness the abuse—and chose to ignore it. Enable it. It continues to this day. But I will not stand for it!
It has been a long road for me. I have finally figured out many things later on in my life. One thing I have really figured out is this: you cannot walk away from the dark side of life. You must look it in the face and fight it. You must find courage. And that is what builds character.
Character, to me, is someone who has a strong sense of right and wrong. Someone who stands up to a bully with courage. For years, I feared my bully. I had been manipulated into silence until I witnessed the bullying again later on in my life. But by this time, I had grown into a strong woman. I was not going to take it.
I decided to write to my “bully” not that long ago. I sent him a 12-page letter. I can imagine that he doesn’t think the threats, witnessing animal abuse, denials and physical abuse were abusive. He denied the abuse all those years ago, and I’m sure he’s denying it now. He had always told everyone I was over-sensitive and over-reacting – making a big deal about everything.
I have heard after I sent the letter, that he thinks I’m spreading malicious lies.
No. I’m just telling the truth. Something that abusers don’t want you to do.
Below is part of my letter. I claimed my power back:
I am definitely not suggesting everyone confront their abuser. It is a personal choice. I had many panic attacks after I did it. After having my life threatened if ever I “told” — it was deep in my consciousness.
But now my Little Laura has a voice. I embrace her love. And she thanks me daily for listening to her cries.