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There was at time once - actually more than once - where I threatened to call the cops on my dad because he was being really abusive and I just wanted to keep myself and my siblings safe. And I remember the response that he never failed to give.
“If you call them, you better tell them to send an ambulance too, cause you’ll need one.”
I shut up after that. I didn’t know what to do with it. I was thirteen the last time I ever threatened to call the police because I was scared shitless that my dad’s threats weren’t as hollow as mine, that he actually meant it.
I know now that they were incredibly empty and he wouldn’t have done anything to me if I called the police on him. But when I was younger, it didn’t seem that way.
When I was younger, I tried to stared down a man that was six feet tall and over three hundred pounds. I tried to let him know that I was done with his shit, that my siblings and I didn’t deserve the hate he aimed at us. But I would never be strong enough or fast enough to get away if I let my fingers dial 9-1-1. And I was terrified that an ambulance wouldn’t be useful, because what they’d really need was a hearse.
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