At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
Followed by supervised community custody and treatment requirements.
A multi-year no-contact order prohibited direct or indirect contact with me.
Gertrude cried.
I felt nothing dramatic.
No triumph.
No closure.
The judge did not bang a gavel and return my adolescence.
Court answered a narrow question.