Don't you dare give up, Cody. Blessed are the patient. When you are feeling exhausted by all of this, take a break, do other things, sleep, give your mind and your emotions a break from what I expect must be frustration and anger at the pace this is happening (at the delay in receiving the justice you deserve), then return to the work, and persist.
I've been fucked up pretty hard by people who had power over me-- in my case, it was my First Sergeant in the Army when I was an active-duty, low-ranking soldier, just prior to the Don't Ask, Don't Tell policy was repealed. He has figured out that I was gay, and in hindsight, I think he was a really narcissistic hotshot who felt rejected by me (I was just quiet because I didn't want people to know I was gay, which they seem to figure out if I "was myself," and I'm not even flamboyant or effeminate), and he also had a lot of racist hostility towards white men, and I was the perfect target for his abuse. I was able to finally get out of the Army early because of the damage it all did to my mind, and I had a psychiatrist who believed me and signed off on me separating early. But my First Sergeant (who treated all of this like it was some game of intellect, but it was instead a game of powerlessness and abuse) made sure to fuck me really hard on the way out by giving me a discharge that was lower than Honorable, which robbed me of my GI Bill (which was the entire reason I joined the army in the first place-- to go to college, which he knew).
It took me YEARS to be able to even begin writing out what had happened in an application to appear my discharge characterization. Literally. It wasn't until 6 years later that I was mentally and emotionally able to recount the events in a way that wasn't overly emotional-- I had to even write in third-person, as if I was an attorney, to be able to gain a perspective on the situation that was from inside an angry, unorganized, traumatized mind.
And then it took me another 4-5 years after that to apply for the veterans benefits that I had been eligible for the entire time. 11 years of monthly benefits that, it added up, definitely would have amounted to an amount that's similar in severity to what this psychopathic cunt exploited from you.
BUT... I didn't give up. Took me 5 years to be able to complete the application for appealing my General Discharge and over an year to get the decision. Approved. I read the board's explanation of their decision and why-- and they pretty much copy/pasted my EXACT arguments that I wrote in my application about why my receiving anything besides an Honorable Discharge was both illegal (against Army regulations for the reason I was separated) and inappropriate (having some medical-related absences which my First Sergeant used to give me article 15s, demote me, find me, restrict me to my barradks room for weeks, etc).
When it all happened and directly afterwards, I had appealed to my chain of command for help with him. Except in the military, all of the leadership have each other's backs, even when they know one of them is deeply fucking someone over for some immoral personal reason-- they know it's wrong, but they know that that NCO or officer wants to destroy that soldier and that's none of their business. So they all close ranks. All of my friends in the Army abandoned me because I was a sinking ship and they didn't want to go down with me. I would hear officers and NCOs who I didn't even know all laughing and talking about what was happening to me. There was no justice for me, and I couldn't run, and I couldn't tell anyone, and I couldn't hide. I couldn't even take a day off-- that's now how the Army works. Even if you're vomiting and shitting yourself out both ends at the same time (say, for example, due to food poisoning from eating some Mac salad that was left out in the warm Hawaii humidity for too long at a bbq), you still have to get up, get in uniform and report for duty or for PT then ask permission to go to sick call.
No justice.. I was just happy to get out and get away. I didn't leave my house a year after I got him that day on my last day.
But on that day when I received the board's decision, which validated every single thing I claimed happened to me and why it was illegal or wrong, I got some justice. And then 5 years later after that, I got the rest of my justice, when the VA confirmed all of the ways that what had happened had broken me and harmed my ability to function as well as I functioned when I joined.
Justice WILL be yours, Cody. But you have to keep going, and you can't give up. My only regret is not fighting harder and sooner-- it was too easy to give up and push it from my mind and never think about it again.
Don't do what I did. Those 10 years could have been very different if I had fought harder and fought sooner.
I hear you and I see you, Cody. And everyone will know about this soon! You are doing the right thing - the only thing. This woman is a master manipulator and will try to manipulate the courts once she gets there. She will perform
just like she did with you, and they will see right through her.
May God be with you through the rest of this and I will be praying for you throughout. I know you won’t give up. It’s not in your DNA! 👍
I hear the weight in your words—the anger, the frustration, the sense of being wronged. It’s raw, it’s real, and it matters. What happened shouldn’t have, and it’s understandable to feel that bite of injustice. But even in the midst of that, you keep showing up, speaking, writing, holding your ground. That courage, that persistence—it’s the right thing. It matters. It fights back against the unfairness of it all. Keep going. Your voice is needed, and your truth is important. Keep going, don't give up . . . keep fighting for yourself and for others. This person should not get away with tis
My God, Cody. I am so sorry you walked into a trap. Emily is toast now that you have recovered enough to stand up to her insanity. I hope you have access to your “essential self” as a result of such intense suffering. The Bhagavad Gita or some such scripture may catapult you into pure awareness. You deserve total grace. I am very sorry that this evil woman used you mercilessly to satisfy her own ends. Karma is a bitch, Emily. Be ready.
Don't you dare give up, Cody. Blessed are the patient. When you are feeling exhausted by all of this, take a break, do other things, sleep, give your mind and your emotions a break from what I expect must be frustration and anger at the pace this is happening (at the delay in receiving the justice you deserve), then return to the work, and persist.
I've been fucked up pretty hard by people who had power over me-- in my case, it was my First Sergeant in the Army when I was an active-duty, low-ranking soldier, just prior to the Don't Ask, Don't Tell policy was repealed. He has figured out that I was gay, and in hindsight, I think he was a really narcissistic hotshot who felt rejected by me (I was just quiet because I didn't want people to know I was gay, which they seem to figure out if I "was myself," and I'm not even flamboyant or effeminate), and he also had a lot of racist hostility towards white men, and I was the perfect target for his abuse. I was able to finally get out of the Army early because of the damage it all did to my mind, and I had a psychiatrist who believed me and signed off on me separating early. But my First Sergeant (who treated all of this like it was some game of intellect, but it was instead a game of powerlessness and abuse) made sure to fuck me really hard on the way out by giving me a discharge that was lower than Honorable, which robbed me of my GI Bill (which was the entire reason I joined the army in the first place-- to go to college, which he knew).
It took me YEARS to be able to even begin writing out what had happened in an application to appear my discharge characterization. Literally. It wasn't until 6 years later that I was mentally and emotionally able to recount the events in a way that wasn't overly emotional-- I had to even write in third-person, as if I was an attorney, to be able to gain a perspective on the situation that was from inside an angry, unorganized, traumatized mind.
And then it took me another 4-5 years after that to apply for the veterans benefits that I had been eligible for the entire time. 11 years of monthly benefits that, it added up, definitely would have amounted to an amount that's similar in severity to what this psychopathic cunt exploited from you.
BUT... I didn't give up. Took me 5 years to be able to complete the application for appealing my General Discharge and over an year to get the decision. Approved. I read the board's explanation of their decision and why-- and they pretty much copy/pasted my EXACT arguments that I wrote in my application about why my receiving anything besides an Honorable Discharge was both illegal (against Army regulations for the reason I was separated) and inappropriate (having some medical-related absences which my First Sergeant used to give me article 15s, demote me, find me, restrict me to my barradks room for weeks, etc).
When it all happened and directly afterwards, I had appealed to my chain of command for help with him. Except in the military, all of the leadership have each other's backs, even when they know one of them is deeply fucking someone over for some immoral personal reason-- they know it's wrong, but they know that that NCO or officer wants to destroy that soldier and that's none of their business. So they all close ranks. All of my friends in the Army abandoned me because I was a sinking ship and they didn't want to go down with me. I would hear officers and NCOs who I didn't even know all laughing and talking about what was happening to me. There was no justice for me, and I couldn't run, and I couldn't tell anyone, and I couldn't hide. I couldn't even take a day off-- that's now how the Army works. Even if you're vomiting and shitting yourself out both ends at the same time (say, for example, due to food poisoning from eating some Mac salad that was left out in the warm Hawaii humidity for too long at a bbq), you still have to get up, get in uniform and report for duty or for PT then ask permission to go to sick call.
No justice.. I was just happy to get out and get away. I didn't leave my house a year after I got him that day on my last day.
But on that day when I received the board's decision, which validated every single thing I claimed happened to me and why it was illegal or wrong, I got some justice. And then 5 years later after that, I got the rest of my justice, when the VA confirmed all of the ways that what had happened had broken me and harmed my ability to function as well as I functioned when I joined.
Justice WILL be yours, Cody. But you have to keep going, and you can't give up. My only regret is not fighting harder and sooner-- it was too easy to give up and push it from my mind and never think about it again.
Don't do what I did. Those 10 years could have been very different if I had fought harder and fought sooner.
Blessed are those who are righteous,
Blessed are those who are patient.
(Not a real Bible verse. I just made it up. 😂)
I hear you and I see you, Cody. And everyone will know about this soon! You are doing the right thing - the only thing. This woman is a master manipulator and will try to manipulate the courts once she gets there. She will perform
just like she did with you, and they will see right through her.
May God be with you through the rest of this and I will be praying for you throughout. I know you won’t give up. It’s not in your DNA! 👍
I hear the weight in your words—the anger, the frustration, the sense of being wronged. It’s raw, it’s real, and it matters. What happened shouldn’t have, and it’s understandable to feel that bite of injustice. But even in the midst of that, you keep showing up, speaking, writing, holding your ground. That courage, that persistence—it’s the right thing. It matters. It fights back against the unfairness of it all. Keep going. Your voice is needed, and your truth is important. Keep going, don't give up . . . keep fighting for yourself and for others. This person should not get away with tis
What about her clinical supervisor? What was their role? Are they going to be held to account?
My God, Cody. I am so sorry you walked into a trap. Emily is toast now that you have recovered enough to stand up to her insanity. I hope you have access to your “essential self” as a result of such intense suffering. The Bhagavad Gita or some such scripture may catapult you into pure awareness. You deserve total grace. I am very sorry that this evil woman used you mercilessly to satisfy her own ends. Karma is a bitch, Emily. Be ready.