“You Don’t Get to Block the Truth”
I happened to notice something interesting today.
A memory popped up on Facebook that made me realize I had been blocked by someone. And after a quick bit of investigation, I realized it was his mother.
And let me tell you—good for her. Because if she thinks that by blocking me, she can erase what happened or silence what I know, she’s got another think coming. My voice only got louder through this process. The more they tried to silence me, the more clearly I saw.
And what I saw was the truth.
You don’t get to block the truth. You don’t get to block your accountability. You don’t get to pretend your silence isn’t part of the problem.
Because the truth is… this isn’t just about your son. This is about you as well—what you did and what you allowed.
You don’t get to sit in your judgmental, holier-than-thou “religious” corner, sending me videos telling me that tarot cards and crystals are demonic, when what I’ve actually seen is the demon of Neglect. The demon of Enabling. The demon of Silence in the face of a child’s pain.
Let me remind you: I didn’t bring you into this.
You did. You inserted yourself when you slid into my private messages with passive-aggressive religious propaganda instead of ever having the courage to have a real conversation with me. You judged me from a distance, having never asked who I really am or what was actually happening inside of this home. You assumed. You condemned. You threw stones without ever once looking in the mirror.
So let me be clear now… I see you.
I see the woman who didn’t protect her baby. Who watched a man physically abuse a child—your child—and did nothing. I know what happened. I know what your child lived through. I’ve held him while he told me the horrors that happened to him IN FRONT of you. And because I do have deep compassion for that wounded little boy, I also hold you accountable for being the one who should have stopped it. But you didn’t.
You didn’t stop it. You enabled it.
And now you want to act like I’m demonic?
No. What’s demonic is what you allowed to happen to an innocent child and what you didn’t do to help him heal. You changed the chemistry of that boy’s brain. You rewired his nervous system to expect abuse in the place where love should be. And when he started repeating those cycles in adulthood—when he became the abuser—you didn’t intervene. You didn’t call it out. You just judged the women left in the wake of his destruction.
So let me say it out loud for the people in the back:
This whole mass narcissistic collapse that’s happening? This truth-telling, this reckoning, this refusal to protect the abuser’s image anymore?
It’s happening because women like me are finally speaking!
We’re not whispering anymore. We’re not protecting broken systems. We’re not pretending that trauma stops at the man who inflicted it. We’re calling out the roots. The families. The bystanders. The religious shaming. The generational silence.
You ARE part of what happened to me. And you will be held in the light of truth just like he is.
You want to talk about repentance? Then start by owning the truth. Start by recognizing that your son is the way he is because of what was done to him—and what wasn’t done for him. He told me with his own mouth that he chose to be toxic from the time he was 18. That he knew he destroyed his marriage. And if he is ever honest with himself… he knows he damaged this relationship too. He knows.
And he is suffocating under the shame you handed him.
You don’t get to call me the villain in this story.
I was the one trying to love what you broke.
You didn’t raise a man. You left a baby unprotected. And I had to live with the consequences of that.
You blocked me, but you don’t get to block the truth. I am speaking, and I will keep speaking. Because you and everyone like you who uses silence, religion, or judgment to mask your complicity—YOU are being unmasked today.
And I promise you this: my voice is just getting started.
I never want anyone else to experience what I’ve gone through. I will speak up, because YOU didn’t.
An maybe being held to true accountability will finally reach your son’s heart to heal and change his harmful ways… because love clearly wasn’t enough.
Author’s Note:
This post is not about revenge. It’s about truth.
We are in the midst of a mass narcissistic collapse—a global reckoning where truth-tellers are no longer silenced, and where generational patterns of abuse, silence, religious manipulation, and emotional control are finally being dismantled.
What I’ve written here is not just my story. It’s the story of countless others who were gaslit, minimized, judged, or ignored by the very people who should have protected them. It’s the voice of a woman who saw the cycle and chose to break it.
To anyone reading this who sees their own story reflected in mine:
You are not crazy.
You are not overreacting.
You are not alone.
Your truth deserves to be spoken. And I hope this gives you permission to speak it. The more we speak, the more these sins no longer get to hide in the shadows that keeps victims stuck and sufferering at the hands of the abusers AND their enablers.
