Zero Tolerance, Real Boundaries: A Mother’s Stand After Her Son Fights Back

them. “I keep replaying it,” he admitted. “Like… if I’d just laughed it off. If I’d just let it happen. It would’ve been easier.”

That sentence hit me like a door slamming.

Because I knew that voice.

It was the voice that had kept me alive as a kid. The voice that said: Make it easy for them. Stay agreeable. Be small. Survive.

And I hated that voice for continue reading …