Why Was I the Last Person to Know I was Being Abused?

When I meet old friends from my past, I always ask them the same question: 'What was I like back then?'

'Then' refers to when I was still being abused.

Their answer is always the same: 'You were locked away in a shell. Occasionally, you'd pop out to say something but then zzzip. Right back in your shell. It was common knowledge that you were being abused. It was obvious to all your mates'.

But no one bothered to tell me.


The Woman Who Wanted to be Punched

If you clicked on this blog post, you're probably already seething. Certainly no woman wants to be abused! But my personal observation has proved otherwise. A woman of my acquaintance is the exception to the rule. Very simply, she wants men to abuse her. She plies them with alcohol, taunts and physically attacks them to start the ball rolling. When sufficiently inebriated, they usually respond in kind, physically lashing out against her. It's exactly what she wants.


Parental Alienation: Shock after Joyous Reunion

Alcohol. Drugs. Sex. Satanism. Violence. Arrests. Probation. STIs. Paternity cases. Divorce. Debt. Dole. Suicide attempts.

This was the shock that hit my husband, Rhys, with tsunami force when he was reunited with his long alienated children. Though barely out of their teens, their young adult lives are already riddled with problems and dramas foreign to our staid, simple middle-aged existence.


When Good Therapists are Played by Bad Patients (Parental Alienation)

The mother of my step-children is a big believer in the power of therapy. She had her five children in therapy, weekly, from the time they could talk if for no other reason than to make herself look like such a good mother.

But she's also a dab hand at Parental Alienation. It only took a whisper in the ear, a suggestion, a hint and her children's psychologists, without their knowledge, were manipulated. With the best possible intentions, they unwittingly validated her Parental Alienation and 'that deadbeat dad' got all the blame.