My name is Juanita d’Errco
I’m a survivor and recognize my right to be “abuse free” and it is my God-given gift that I breath freely daily. I come from a strong family back ground. My father was a doctor and my mother a solid home maker, and living in the style of upper upper-middle class. That however does not mean there was no dysfunction. My Father never beat my mother at least not that I knew of, which leads me to wonder why I even allowed such abuse into my own personal relationships. Stay with me here. I am not about ” oh woe is me.”
I was a model and I did many parts in movies for television here in Minnesota and over seas and was on a great roll, with offers of moving to L.A to pursue my acting career. I then met Mr. Wonderful who took me down into the depths of his own personal hell. He closed the gates behind me and I never thought that I could escape.
I want to reach out to those that may be in a relationship that seems to be so paralyzing and who feel there is absolutely no way out except by dying from the hands of the abuser or taking their own life, as I was that person.
You will find in my blog the many ways of identifying an abuser in many forms. Even if you believe you know all the signs. It seems as the message and the game plan of abusers changes daily. It’s as if they have secret meetings of a change in the game plan. With me it began with emotional blackmail, which I did not recognize for two years and then getting beaten for the next seven years.
I hope to connect with all people from all walks of life no matter of gender or ethnic back ground, knowing that abuse comes in many forms and is not colored coded. By my blogging, I hope to help save a life if not many by reaching out to those people who feel alone and that there is no one out here for them. That is so far from the truth.
Allow your self to recognize the part that we have played in this trap. Always keep in mind that “never again” means “never again”. Has your abuser made the promise of killing you and your family? Do not take this lightly, in many cases you will become the next person we read about “Killed by”.
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