It Wasn’t Tough Love, It Was Abuse

I was told to stop crying before I got something to cry about. I was punished like a soldier, humiliated in public, and made to believe it was for my own good. But it wasn’t discipline. It wasn’t love. It was abuse—and this is the truth I was never allowed to say.

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