Just after getting divorced after 12 years of marriage, I agreed to care for a company president who could not move his legs for $35,000 dollars a month. On my first night, while I was washing him in his private area, he whispered, “Close the door. I need to show you something.” I did, phone in hand… and what he moved in front of me explained why he no longer trusted his own family.
Chapter 1: The Phantom in the Wheelchair There is a profound, insidious danger in confusing silence with submission. When a woman is subjected to relentless, coordinated emotional abuse, the abusers …
Just after getting divorced after 12 years of marriage, I agreed to care for a company president who could not move his legs for $35,000 dollars a month. On my first night, while I was washing him in his private area, he whispered, “Close the door. I need to show you something.” I did, phone in hand… and what he moved in front of me explained why he no longer trusted his own family. Read More