Jan 20, 2026
Beth is a survivor who reached out to me after realizing that memories she once believed were long buried were anything but inconsequential. As she explains, those memories began resurfacing as she engaged in EMDR—Eye Movement Desensitization Reprocessing—with her therapist, opening the door to a deeper understanding of what she had endured. (It’s amazing what a good sexual assault/rape therapist can do for clients!) Beth shares her experience inside a coercive and controlling relationship that ultimately included rape, and how that environment systematically eroded her self-image, autonomy, and ability to function long before she had language for what was happening.
This deeply personal and sometimes difficult conversation explores how coercive control operates quietly and persistently—how manipulation, exploitation, and sexual violence can become normalized within relationships and obscured by expectation, loyalty, and silence. Beth speaks candidly, boldly even, about the long process of recognizing abuse for what it was, the internal conflict that came with that realization, and what it took to begin disentangling herself from a relationship designed to keep her powerless. We also talk openly about healing, therapy, and the ways Beth has reclaimed her voice and sense of self through intentional, transformative work.
This is a difficult but necessary episode—one that sheds light on the realities of coercive control and affirms the experiences of survivors who may still be questioning their own. Beth’s story is not only about survival; it is about clarity, courage, and the strength it takes to speak when silence feels safer. If any part of this conversation resonates with you, please know that you are not alone, and that what you experienced matters.
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https://time.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/repeat_rape.pdf?utm_source=chatgpt.com
As mentioned, and emphasized, it’s time to Normalize the Conversation.™ And please remember to Start by Believing…because we all know someone whose life has been impacted by rape or sexual assault. (Check out https://evawintl.org/ & https://startbybelieving.org for more information on “Start By Believing”!)
Thank you for tuning in.
--Dave
It is with gratitude and deep appreciation that I publish Beth’s poem:
Everything at Once
My 1 st boyfriend, and I’m in love.
Naïve, trusting and inexperienced, coerced onto the bed.
He knows I not ready, I don’t want to
But he makes his move anyway
Forced on my back, he’s in between my legs
The pain is excruciating
My words – NO, NO, NO!
His silence
My words – YOU’RE HURTING ME!
His silence
My words begging him – STOP, STOP!
His CHOICE to keep going
Everything hits me all at once.
I’m overwhelmed -
Confusion,
Panic,
Why is he not responding to me?
The pain
He won’t look at me
I don’t exist to him
I’m not a person
I’m an object
Ignored, used – violated
The pain
Why won’t he stop?
He is my boyfriend.
How could he be doing this to me?
Shocked, betrayed – terrified.
The pain
I freeze, my body won’t move
I can’t make it stop
Please make it stop
OH GOD – HE’S NOT GOING TO STOP!
The pain
My first time is against my will
My first time – rape
The excruciating pain
Despair consumes me.
My body says don’t fight, don’t move, don’t breathe.
It is wise and it takes over.
I’m detached now
and no longer feel
the pain.
There is a window on the wall behind the bed.
To the left, a closet door.
It’s brown with 6 horizontal panels,
each the same size running down the length of the door.
The doorknob is old fashioned –
An ivory knob with a decorative plate.
We are in an odd position on the bed.
Not at the top by the pillows but close to the bottom.
Soft, white sheets are pushed up and
wrinkled to my left instead of by our feet.
In front of the bed, the bedroom door
but I can’t get to it.
Trapped beneath him,
on the right side of the mattress,
I stare at the brown closet door
With the 6 panels and
The ivory doorknob . . .