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The first time my daughter pushed me, I was surprised by her strength and her aggression. When she held my bedroom door shut, trapping me until I managed to talk my way out, I felt vulnerable. And when she began to scream abuse in my face telling me to die, I was numb with shock.
Family violence is ugly, and I never thought it would happen to me or that my daughter would be my abuser. I never dreamed I’d have to document my injuries or call the police to protect me from my child. But one day I did, and it was horrible.
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My daughter is 14 years old. School bullies and COVID lockdowns pushed her into a place of isolation, depression, and fear. She self-harmed, wore long sleeves to cover the cut marks, pulled out her hair, ran away from school and suffered insomnia and anger outbursts.
I sought professional help and medication for her anxiety. I spent sleepless nights talking her out of harming herself or driving her to Emergency only to be turned away without anyone seeing her. I would sit with her through panic attacks so bad she would almost pass out.
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