legal gaslighting; the audacity of weaponizing trauma in 2025

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so let me get this straight.
y’all who got
access to case law,
endless legal resources,
ethics training,
mad fucking dough,
and (presumably) fucking google…
decided that the move—
the strategy,
the fucking flex—
the goddamn million billable hours—
was to comb through
my fucking
domestic violence
trauma blog.
150+ pages.
of raw disclosures.
of dissociation.
of survival.
of fucking healing work.
on the reg.
on repeat—
for fucking months.

processing that—
wasn’t even about y’all
(half of which predates your involvement)
and then???
twist it into some psych eval
fucking cosplay
to try to distract from
the actual goddamn issue:
you’re defending a fraud case.
and a negligence case.
and a misconduct case.
against a pro se,
abuse surviving,
single mother.
who literally
told you in real-time
that she was in danger.

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so here’s what we’re not gonna do:
pretend this is normal.
pretend it’s ethical.
pretend it isn’t
fully fucking documented
that for months,
y’all have been actively surveilling
a domestic violence victim’s trauma blog
during an open legal matter—
involving dv,
fraud,
and fiduciary misconduct.
and then using that access
to build a credibility smear campaign,
instead of turning over
a single goddamn material document
that was due to me
the second i asked for it—
while i was
actively in fucking crisis.

no.
not just no—
absolutely fucking not.

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listen.
you’re not reviewing evidence.
let’s be fucking real—
you’re not reading
for material fact.
you’re reading for fucking tone.
you’re reading to see
if i sound “too angry,”
“too messy,”
“too emotional”
aka—too much like a real fucking victim.

nah.
weak ass shit.
you’re dissecting a fucking lifeline.
a digital fucking cathedral—
for a domestic violence victim
mid-fucking-collapse.
pathetic.
legally dogshit.

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and here’s
what’s not just gross,
but objectively negligent:

🔹 trauma narratives aren’t chronological.
you are literally misreading
the neurobiology of trauma.
memory does not unfold like a screenplay.
it fragments.
loops.
resurfaces.
that’s not “inconsistency.”
that’s classic trauma processing.

🔹 survivor disclosures are not admissions.
they’re coping mechanisms.
that blog? it’s not a deposition.
it’s the only place i had to metabolize
what was happening when
i was isolated,
under threat,
and actively being financially
and physically destabilized.
and let’s not forget, all while being—
actively fucking ignored by every single one of you,
via private communications.
so yo,
i wasn’t testifying.
i was bleeding into a fucking keyboard.

🔹 complex trauma ≠ unreliable narrator.
but you’re hoping it plays that way, huh?
you’re banking on the fact that
i cried, screamed, got disoriented, looped back,
forgot a date, had an emotional whiplash at 3am—
and you’re gonna use that to try and impeach my credibility.
that’s not just dirty.
it’s fucking incompetent.

🔹 you’re retraumatizing a known victim
in violation of nearly every clinical best practice,
domestic violence advocacy protocol, and ethical boundary
in modern legal fucking defense.

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and no—
you don’t get to say it was “research”
when what you were
researching was my fucking pain
in lieu of providing one of the material facts
i was repeatedly begging for
when i was postpartum,
in active danger,
reporting ongoing surveillance,
and trying to ensure my child’s safety.

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and to be precise—
i wasn’t just
writing about you.
i was writing through a lifetime of shit
that predates this entire fucking case.
what you’re doing is called
cross-contamination of trauma timelines.
and it’s not just unfair—
it’s psychologically harmful.

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you're weaponizing unprocessed pain.
you're treating my attempts
to survive abuse
as litigation vulnerabilities.
you're reducing
a healing record
into a fucking gotcha game.
and that’s—
extremely fucked up.

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and let me ask you—
would you do this to a man?
to a combat vet?
to a priest?
to a child abuse survivor
who coded their story
through fucking poetry?

or do
you just do it to
women like me—
women who got loud?
who named fucking names?
who told the fucking truth?

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so here’s
the legal hot take
you didn’t ask for
but desperately fucking need:

in 2025,
if your defense strategy is
“make her trauma look crazy,”
lol,
you’re not clever.
you’re not strategic.
you’re—
maliciously out-fucking-dated.

the public
knows better now.
the courts are
catching the fuck up.
and real ethical attorneys
would be advising you to stop.

but by all means,
keep reading.
just know—
every click you make
is another record for
retaliatory pattern,
ethical misconduct,
and survivor intimidation.

and i’m documenting every.
single.
one.

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✦ clinical trauma-informed roast,
brought to you by:
a victim who lived to tell the story—
and sued the fuck back.