I put my head down and began to cry. I remained in this state for the rest of my testimony. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at the attorney for the state or the judge. And the rest of my testimony was brutal. The defense attorney attempted to discredit me at every turn. I was so embarrassed and ashamed that the second I was done with my part, I bolted from the courtroom like a frightened foal, not wanting to remain in there with him and all of his awful family one second longer. I didn’t even bother to stay and see what would happen.
Ok, so I went alone.
Jennifer Marie Gady

I’m so angry right now.

The way the courts handle these situations in Australia is bullshit and it sounds the same where you are (the US?); there is complete disregard for the after-effects of trauma. Depression and the very questioning of one’s own sanity and decision-making abilities are documented results of domestic violence situations, and yet a judge will set there and let someone trigger the fuck out of you. Yep, that’s what happens—defence lawyers for DV perpetrators are basically gaslighting the victims on behalf of their clients.

I’m so sorry you had such an awful experience of it, and I’m sending you all my cyber-hugs.

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