So if you ever have the misfortune of going through any legal proceedings you will learn about "the discovery process."
And that there, I believe, might be the real reason people hire attorneys -because finding out just how badly people really have been lying about you and treating you is genuinely painful and frustrating. Especially when you are in a situation like mine and the ONLY reason you are taking the legal route is because of how truly terribly things have been handled against you that creates the daunting weight of responsibility and obligation to protect others and humanity from these kinds of pointless abuses. The burden of reporting, speaking out, and standing up for what is right can weigh on you with suffocating pressure.
When turning a blind eye and giving the benefit of the doubt is no longer an option because of how frequently and unjustly you have been abused by systems and people in positions of power, trust, and responsibility, when you have learned just how truly terrible these systems are treating not just you but others who have it so much worse than you, then you will know just how painful the discovery process can be.
But fortunately for me I am much stronger and my emotional resiliance is ever increasing as I take the punches and resist the urge to throw deserved blows back when I am encircled by bullies and there henchmen.
Yes, we all have our breaking point, But I already know mine and I know it's pretty damn high. It takes A LOT to break me.
And here is the thing those warped narcissists, that keep throwing punches and low blows at people, need to understand; The target of their abuses will eventually reach a level of strength and stature that they will never be capable of achieving and then they will not stand a chance when it comes to throwing blows at you or anyone you choose to protect from them.
Of course that is only true if they don't succeed in completely destroying you, but that leaves your blood all over their hands.
And they will eventually be held accountable for it, in this life or the next.
“That which we persist in doing becomes easier,(and just to be clear to any attorneys looking to use this blog against me this blog entry is referencing USU and Cache County Prosecutor's Office)
"She's a fighter, so no matter how far you think she ran, she ran farther."
It's a line (or proximate) from the movie wind river. I am watching and 30 minutes in I have already researched and read information about the true story that this movie was "inspired by" and I am already choking back tears.
It is not inspired by one true story but thousands of heartbreaking and disturbing true stories of horrific abuses and murders of Native American women.
But it is representative of so much more than that and that becomes obvious right off the bat when the FBI agent expresses her concern with the being able to do anything legally if the coroner does not label the death of the girl as a murder, something he legally can't do because the technical cause of death was due to her lungs bursting because she was running away from her abusers in negative degree weather. Now we see some of the incredibly stupid problems with our government institutions. How hands are tied of those who really want to help and politics, fear, and crony relationships prevent others from doing the "right thing" and/or holding each other accountable.
Then we see some of the problems related to extreme poverty, generations of discriminatory practices, and intergenerational trauma. (Specifically suffered by the Native American's which is significant and atrocious).
Many problems.
And yet our law enforcement agencies spend time and resources filing charges against innocent people who are the actual "victims." Our systems are messed up and perpetuating the discrimination is NOT the answer.
Which is why I cannot personally tolerate it. But unlike in the movies and just like so many women and vulnerable people, I am far too alone in my fight and there are no hero's standing up to the bad guys for us. Especially the bad guys in power and the bad guys within the "good guys." Or are they simply cowards inside of "good' old boys?"
Driven to fight because I know my situation is representative of atrocities far worse than mine.
Zero tolerance.
It's the only way to end these truly atrocious global epidemics that are far worse than any viruses. So, even if I have to take on the government and the whole world alone, I will keep fighting until I have made enough noise that my fight is heard and I become powerful enough to stand up for and fight for others.
"She's a fighter, so no matter how far you think she ran, she ran farther."
And for those who keep dismissing the discrimination and acting as if there is not sufficient evidence to prove it please stop lying to yourselves. A person being criminally charged because a professor does not like them and because they had zero representation in the investigation against them for a potential (and only potential) threat (not even a criminal act) that it was known the accused did not commit is a pretty obvious form of discrimination and bias. Especially when the accuser, who is a person in a position of power over the person they are accusing, and the police fabricate evidence and claim the person to be guilty based solely on their assumptions about specific traits of the person -like gender, race, or, as in my case, ADA qualifying disabilities. No crime was investigated by Officer Christensen or any other police officer at USU, but they did talk a lot about my mental health and made some very inaccurate, libel, and slanderous accusations against me based on solely on made up stories by a person with a title and their own misconceptions, biases and fears and/or ignorance. It's textbook discrimination.
Demoralizing and degrading. That is what it is and how it feels when I have to call and order and pay for, out of my own pocket, expungement certificates in order to expunge my records of the charges that were maliciously, dishonestly and even illegally filed against me by Cache County.
It stirs emotions and anger is one of them.
There are several names for this and one is "intentional infliction of emotional distress" and they are intentionally doing it to already vulnerable demographics of people.
... and just like with just about every situation of abuse, you know you (and your kid) are never the only one.
Freaking dirt bags
I am grateful that I am so much stronger now. I am immensely grateful that I have a good medical/psychological team that I have been able to turn to and rely on. And though I wish I didn't need it I am beyond grateful for modern medicine and how effective it has been for me. I am glad to be strong again. I am glad to be past and over so many things...
but I am still broken. My brain is broken and that is not repairable or reversible. I have made peace with it and I have found many strengths and silver linings from and through it. But that does not fix what cannot be fixed and it does not change the past and circumstances that never should have occurred that created many other delicate scars.
and it is time to blog it out again.
I am working on organizing all of the documents and crap associated with the medical and psychological malpracticing of me. There is a lot. I felt strong and confident going into the task... but that fades as I go and it very literally hurts again.
It hurts to see and read all the mishandlings, mislabelings, and degradations of me by those in the medical industry that I loved, trusted and needed so much. As strong and confident as I am, it still pulls me down and I start to feel week, sad and tired again.
I will have to take my time. I will have to pace myself. The giant tears that are now rolling down my face confirm this. They are tears that have not spilled like this for a decent amount of time now. So slow I will have to go, with many breaks, to manage organizing all the many messes that were made of me by IHC.
"So many things are so screwed up right now," says my new carpool companion, "but there is nothing we can do about it," she adds.
"I'm trying anyway," I respond.
And I am.
And you know what? It feels really good to be trying to and to be standing up for myself and others. I am working hard to be the change I wish to see in the world. I will keep working to help change the misconceptions, stigmas, mistreatment, etc. of very vulnerable, underrepresented, and misrepresented demographics of people.
We deserve fair treatment, respect, and equal opportunities. We deserve appropriate medical care and representation. We deserve equal access to education and equal protection of government, laws and courts.
And it feels so much better to fight for it than to accept the degradation, prejudices, unfair and unethical treatment, and discrimination.
