Trauma dump//every TW
I was SAed by my boss’ every day for a year. He threatened to do it to my friend if i transferred, blocked the transfers, knew my family & threatened to harm my little sister if I told.
Once my life was at risk & he did it in front of staff, I had no other choice & began the legal process.
he would send his friends to find me at offices they hid me at. They told me how to hide but he started driving by my home, then breaking in. My mind started to cope by planning how to be the one to take my life before he could..
I slept in parking lots & stopped working where he could find me. I traded in the car he knew.
I got a bluecollar job to survive after not eating for 30 days & having every bill go unpaid.
Unfortunately his cousin was my new coworker & threatened to kill me at my new job. Soon after, I was given an order of 10x 140lb truck tires to load alone & injured my spine.
Now I was injured, alone, unable to walk & being hunted as I went through federal court & work comp.
My therapist ended up contacting congress & the news with my story. I received church assistance because of her kindness.
I couldn’t walk, so I wet my bed, trash piled up, gnats covered everything, I had no way to do laundry. I was absolutely fucked.
But after 2.5 years of fighting, I won my federal court case & received justice.
After 7 months with the injury, I was finally given spinal surgery to remove the bone from my nerves. The surgery was in a strip mall. I went alone & had an old coworker drive me home.
Upon waking up, I learned my aunt passed as I was under. I was healing from surgery and grieving with no help in a dirty apartment.
Someone I had met on tiktok knew my situation and invited me to visit while I explored nearby, trying to move so I didn’t get blood clots from surgery.
I got to her home in Georgia, was drugged, tortured (filmed) & survived attempted murder.
I never checked into the Airbnb I booked. I was trapped in her home, in the spare bed in her room. As I was fading out, she left for a moment thinking I couldn’t move. I found the strength to fight and fled to the Airbnb as she pulled in.
There was no physical way I wouldn’t have passed her fleeing. I still don’t understand how I did. It felt like a month in her home, it was a week.
I know the video could be out there of me screaming for the safest person I’ve known.
I worry daily the fbi will call me and tell me they found it or the person I screamed for will.
I drove back to my state, bought an RV, paid movers and cleaned up & fled. From my boss, from this woman & the cult she belonged to.
My back injury did not resolve & I quickly realized in my running in my rv, my ptsd was so bad I could no longer be around people or out of my space. I reached out to an old cop friend for help. They looked into the woman & saw she killed her husband. She was running out of his money. And knew I had won my case.
The cop was dating someone with extra property & a job for me, and happened to live nearby the person I knew as safe & screamed for. I took it as a sign, and with no other options, I headed that way.
I got there & immediately saw the cop friend was abusive to their girlfriend & eventually threatened me.. It was scary, but after a year, they safely split & finally left.
I sit here now hiding. Being escalated through mental health practices because of the severity of what happened. I hide in my rv, in pain and now disabled. I no longer go out in public. I don’t trust people.
I work at a little job that won’t even cover my bills, when i physically can.
I’ve gotten worse here.
The safe person moved away.
I’m not sure what there is to hang onto.
I’ve fought every day to make it over the past 5 years. I am now just so mentally & physically unable to. I only know tomorrow will hold pain.
Hearing the news about Medicaid, would cut my healthcare, I wouldn’t make it. Hearing the news about who is being put onto lists in government, it’s only a matter of time before my court case comes up. Pinning me as several things they’re actively targeting.
I tried every resource I could. Called everyone I could. I fought so hard to make it.
But the only thing I can think now, is why did I fight. The after is too much to bear. My quality of life was taken. The torture took my perception of reality & beliefs with it. I believe this is hell now.
And the people only cause pain.
I sit here after 6 nights unable to sleep from my spinal injury pain & unable to stand.
Knowing far too much evil & unfamiliar with hope.
I wish I could end this as a tale of perseverance or how I healed & now help others through trauma or workplace violence. I wish I had a better ending for you, dear reader.
