What It’s Like Surviving Abuse in a World That Didn’t Want to See It
Some of the deepest scars ain’t from the trauma itself — they’re from the silence that surrounded it. This is the part no one talks about enough: what it’s like surviving abuse in a world that didn’t want to see it.
I’m talking about the neighbors who heard the screaming and shut their windows. The teachers who saw the bruises but looked away. The relatives who knew and said nothing — or worse, called you a liar. You learn fast that this world don’t protect the broken. It protects the ones who break them.
Surviving abuse in a world that didn’t want to see it felt like drowning in plain sight. Like screaming underwater while people walked by, pretending they couldn’t hear. That’s a whole different kind of hell — being hurt and ignored. Being betrayed twice: first by the abuser, then by everyone who let it happen.
The Cost of Being Ignored
I remember trying to tell the truth as a kid. I remember the fear in my throat, the way my voice shook, the way I prayed someone would finally listen. But when the words finally came out? I wasn’t met with comfort. I was met with judgment, disbelief, or worse — complete indifference.
And don’t come at me with, “People didn’t know better back then.” No. They knew. They just didn’t want to be bothered. Because believing a child meant doing something hard. It meant rocking the boat. And comfort will always protect itself before it protects the vulnerable.
That’s what makes surviving abuse in a world that didn’t want to see it so devastating — it teaches you that speaking truth is dangerous, that pain is meant to be hidden, and that you’re alone in it. And you carry that lesson into adulthood whether you want to or not.
Reclaiming Truth After Surviving Abuse in a World That Didn’t Want to See It
But here’s the part no one expected:
We grew up.
We found our voices.
And now we’re telling the damn truth, whether it makes people uncomfortable or not.
Because we ain’t here to make this world feel better about its silence. We’re here to burn it down with truth and rebuild it with light. One word at a time.
You Are Not Alone
So if you’re out there still fighting for your voice — keep going.
If you were one of the ones who told and weren’t believed — I see you.
And if you’re finally starting to speak — I’m proud of you.
Because surviving abuse in a world that didn’t want to see it isn’t just about living through it — it’s about standing up in spite of it. Loud. Raw. Unapologetic.
And we’re just getting started.
