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Family court was created to give men power and control. Family court judges have the power to do so. They endanger children. Family court judges are not punished. They are rewarded with increased power and status. Women are powerless in family court. They have no enforceable rights. Family court judges intentionally give children to abusers. They falsely find loving mothers unfit. Facts and evidence don't matter. Laws and training programs don't help. New laws and new training programs won't make a difference. Family court judges know what they're doing. Women and children are defenseless in family court. It was intentionally constructed to keep men in control of their families after divorce. Women and children have no protection in family court. We need a new system. A jury would give women and children a chance at justice. Family court must end.

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I read this today after crying all day and remembering what I experienced in court and years of missing my child. I carry it well around others, but ot weighs so heavy still. Today was one of those days I just sat angry, writing, and crying, remembering, remembering the events, the extreme gaslighting, the repeated failures, the multiple mandated reporters who failed to report and left me further vulnerable to family court (not that it would have changed crap anyway and there was many mandated reporters who did). I thought today about the many times I considered taking my own life because of the things they made me believe through repeated gaslighting. If multiple professionals tell you that you are bad and crazy in family court process, the common denominator is you, and you must be crazy, right? You must be some evil person if they say so, right? Wrong and it almost cost me my life many times as I struggled to climb out of the darkness after they back me onto the ledge of the pit.

I cried hard today. It has been a while. I read this after all day of crying. Sometimes it feels like someone trying to give me a hug and say I see you and you are not crazy. You did experience that and your memories are valid. It does happen and it is insane. It should not happen, but it does in high levels.

The crazy part was for me is people or family court, who try to say I did it for custody. I had sole physical and legal, signed off on an order, for long while, and had everything to lose as I filed that complaint like any good parent should. I did what I was supposed to do as a good parent. I walked away without my child at the end of the battle and zero amount of any custody and silenced by a threat of spending time imprisoned I did not speaking up about abuse. I was to be quiet or spend who knows how long in a cement cell with probably no windows, like a criminal. A criminal, for believing my child and taking steps to protect them as any sane and good parent would.

I have not seen or felt my childs hug or laughter in years. It almost took my life many times and I keep fighting. I read these articles and watch new players, new parents stumbling through the experience, and I feel a mix of validation and numbness mixed with sadness and anger. I have some resentment inside as I grumble it doesnt matter anyway and wont change to myself. Ignore that part and understand it is just part of a mixed bag of emotions that is normal to being so traumatized and revictimized by court system.

These articles for me serve as validation and somewhere a delusional glimmer of hope like the daydream

of karma and justice raining down on him. One day I whisper at times to myself. One day, it will happen one day. Sometimes the justice dream isnt about me specifically and it spreads to future mothers and victims going through this, like Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I have a dream.” I have a dream similar to his, where mothers and children can be freed from injustices, the oppression and dysregulation of family family court and their abusers, and women are treated as equals. That victims and of domestic violence and their children, can be free from their shackles that bind them to their oppressors. I dream of when we no longer have to be confused and when they say jump, we have to say “how high, I am

mentally ill, and do not know.” I dream of when a mother can say I am trying to get safety from domestic violence from the biological father and not be given an unwarranted, mentally ill diagnosis.

These articles serve as a reminder to me, that I am not crazy and I DID go through the extreme mistreatment by family court.

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