There was a time when I really needed help. Both my and kids were in trouble. I had lost the words to ask for help. I used an online web form to ask for help. A police officer came to my door, recorded my story and promised that everything would be OK. And it was. Until it wasn’t. Over the next six years, I navigated interactions with police, social services, psychologists and courts.
Throughout that time I felt completely alone. The actions of some of the people I encountered led us all back into dangerous situations and more abuse. Others saved us in ways I’ll never be able to fully express.
In the last year, I’ve started connecting with others who have disclosed abuse. All have stories of their experiences when they reached out for help. Some are good, but many are awful. As I navigated the system, I thought I was the only one for whom it failed. I blamed myself because I had not done the right things or asked the right questions. Now I know I’m not alone.
Creating this site is an effort to gather those stories in a safe(r) way so that others might feel less alone and more fully understand what really happens when you decide to ask for help.
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