LostSoulUK
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The other week I gave a statement at the police station regarding an abusive sociopath brother. For years he was threatening towards me and my mum, repeatedly threatening harm against me, threatening to stab me, shoot me, pulled a knife on me, you name it. That night he also threatened to burn his gf's house down. He admitted he's evil.
I was interrogated for an hour at the station alongside 2 domestic abuse support workers. Then I went to work directly from the station, the emotion that day was something else as I received text that the police was at my house. The distress my mum was in fucked me up and I was at work at the time. I even told my boss about the ordeal and she was supportive. I walked into work and knocked on her fuckin immediately and interrupted her staff meeting. Then I told the other staff, some hugged, most were ignorant as usual, faking sincerity. Most people would shy away from this transparency but I don't give a fuck. I had to leave my duties a few times as I couldn't contain my emotions, the fear of what would transpire as I arrived home.
The police called me to inform they won't be pressing charges due to insufficient evidence of direct threats. All I had was 5 recordings which lacked clarity and the notes I documented on my phone. My mum gaslighted me as usual, invalidating me. The following day he threatened to do me in again and warned me to never ring the police.
On top of being a sexless man and mental health issues, I've also had to deal with this abuse, this intense fear for years. Everyday was a living hell, the uncertainty of when he was about to have a drink and turn nasty again. He since moved out but still visits. Moral of the story? there's always someone as fucked as you, that someone happens to be me .
I was interrogated for an hour at the station alongside 2 domestic abuse support workers. Then I went to work directly from the station, the emotion that day was something else as I received text that the police was at my house. The distress my mum was in fucked me up and I was at work at the time. I even told my boss about the ordeal and she was supportive. I walked into work and knocked on her fuckin immediately and interrupted her staff meeting. Then I told the other staff, some hugged, most were ignorant as usual, faking sincerity. Most people would shy away from this transparency but I don't give a fuck. I had to leave my duties a few times as I couldn't contain my emotions, the fear of what would transpire as I arrived home.
The police called me to inform they won't be pressing charges due to insufficient evidence of direct threats. All I had was 5 recordings which lacked clarity and the notes I documented on my phone. My mum gaslighted me as usual, invalidating me. The following day he threatened to do me in again and warned me to never ring the police.
On top of being a sexless man and mental health issues, I've also had to deal with this abuse, this intense fear for years. Everyday was a living hell, the uncertainty of when he was about to have a drink and turn nasty again. He since moved out but still visits. Moral of the story? there's always someone as fucked as you, that someone happens to be me .
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