The Very Idea For years, people walked all over my boundaries. And I let them. Not because I didnât care.Not because I wanted mistreatment. I l
The Very Idea 
For years, people walked all over my boundaries.
And I let them.
Not because I didnât care.
Not because I wanted mistreatment.
I let them because I didnât even know what a boundary was.
I understood fences around land.
I understood locks on buildings.
But people?
Personal space. Emotional space. Spiritual space.
No one ever told me I was entitled to any of that.
And when I finally learnedâŠ
Well. Iâll be.
đ Where the Wound Begins
For me, the root was surviving sexual violence.
Abuse has a strategy.
It trains Survivors â slowly or suddenly â to lower their guard, ignore their warning signs, and question their own needs.
By the time itâs over, the danger may be goneâŠ
But the injury remains.
We walk around bleeding â until someone finally names it.
Until we begin rebuilding what was taken apart.
đ„ Domestic Violence Does the Same Thing
People ask, âWhy didnât they leave?â
A better question is:
âWhy does the abuser abuse?â
Because when someone finally tries to leave, they are no longer the person who walked into that relationship.
âBecause of the damage the abuser has done, the person leaving is not the person who came in.â
â Tonya GJ Prince
đ§ More Than Trauma
My lack of boundaries wasnât only about survival.
I was also a woman raised on âbe niceâ culture:
Smile.
Donât make trouble.
Shrink yourself to keep the peace.
I eventually divorced ânice.â
For safety reasons.
đ§ž Childhood: Where Silence Begins
Some of us grew up in homes where:
feelings were âdisrespectfulâ
questions were punished
children existed to keep the peace
No one showed us how to build a gate â let alone close it.
đ§± Race & Resistance
And as a Black woman, setting boundaries has often been labeled:
âAttitude.â
âDifficult.â
âToo much.â
Iâve learned to shrug.
That âattitudeâ , at least as you define it only because a woman is wearing it, is me protecting sacred ground.
đȘ Gate Check: Donât Expect Applause
Boundaries are powerful â and they can be lonely.
Some people will accuse you.
Some will mock your growth.
Some will miss the version of you with no door.
Let them go.
Like dead leaves in fall.
Like a heavy coat in spring.
đ± Boundaries Arenât Walls â Theyâre Doors
Doors you open with wisdom.
Gates you close with love.
They are not cruelty.
They are protection.
And Survivors deserve protected, sacred ground.
If youâre learning boundaries, you are not behind.
Youâre rebuilding. Courageously. In your own time.
đ§© Share With the Community
What helped you learn boundaries?
A book, podcast, website, therapist, elder, scripture, song?
Share it â so another Survivor doesnât have to walk this road alone.



