I almost failed out of high school as a "gifted kid" so there were a bunch of meetings and one of the social workers tried to analyze the relationship between me and my mother and I was like yeah nah my sister beating us is waaay worse and that's how I found out a different social worker when I was like a kid kid threatened to remove the rest of us if my mother kept complaining about my sister so anyway the social worker at my highschool told us to just start calling the cops and coached my mother on what to say so they didn't shoot anybody but would just come and take notes and give us case numbers and eventually we were able to leverage that into group home placement. My back had already been fucked up by that point though and idk what happened to it other than it hurts all the time now because she hadn't taken take me to the hospital at the time because of the whole CPS threat thing but getting my tits chopped off did help tho. Still go get muscle relaxers every time a patient fucks me up too.