There is a point where asking for help stops feeling like a request and starts feeling like a scream. I have lived in that place for years. I have begged for support while trying to keep my son safe, myself safe, and our home from falling apart. I have reached out to every service that…

When people hear about child-to-parent abuse, they often focus on the behaviours. The shouting. The hitting. The biting. The strangling. The hair pulling. The kicking.  The threats.  The broken things. The fear. And I understand why. Those things are real. They have consequences. They leave physical and emotional scars that can take a long time…

I box because I needed a place where I was in control of the pain. For a long time, pain was something that happened to me. It arrived without warning and on someone else’s terms. The words. The shouting. The hitting. The biting. The hair pulling. The strangling. The moments that left me shaken long…