What’s abuse? It’s assertion of power. That’s what any kind of abuse is. Power.
Rape is power. Verbal assault is power. Dominance is power.
The tendency is for the more powerful people to abuse the weaker, smaller, more vulnerable ones. The sadists in our society are insidious. Actually, you can see this happen in miniature right in my memoir, This Hunger Is Secret. When I was in high school I was dominated over by another teen girl. She was known to be manipulative and bossy. Actually, her manipulation was so powerful and trust me, she was thorough. She made sure I could do nothing, that I was rendered powerless. She even took measures to see to it that I couldn’t speak out, by not allowing me to have other close friendships. If she found out I was close to another person, she’d find any way she could to stop this relationship. She did give me permission to have a boyfriend during that time, though, but this relationship had to meet her prior approval.
Anyway, I survived it all. Walked out. I HAD to. I had no other choice. What I did, to suddenly take off the way I did, I knew would baffle folks, but it was entirely necessary, and no one knew how bad it had gotten.
An abuser WILL see to it that you, the victim is squelched. Silenced. These abusers are scared if you are a squealer. They WILL retaliate if you speak up. This is seen often in our society. Victims so often get locked up and otherwise persecuted or pursued in some way.
If you were to apply this to my current situation, I guess it all explains why I am so paralyzed, that is, stuck in my situation. Why my medical care is nonexistent, that is, on paper only. Why I am squelched here in my community. People don’t like squealers.
Well, tough. I am a writer. I don’t intend to stop writing anytime soon. If you speak out about abuse, bravo! Just know that the perps are gonna give you a darned hard time about it. Abuse is power. Remember that.