I refuse to follow Charlie Sheen on Twitter. Not because I don’t enjoy his mania just as much as the other three million followers he garnered this month. In fact, I think I enjoy his hubris-filled Hamlet rendition more than most because I also work in television. I have felt beat up by a producer, here and there, throughout my career and a studio, too, on occasion. And although I have fantasized about denouncing them and calling everyone I’ve ever worked with a troll, in real life I’ve acted more like a battered wife than a batterer.

Not that I’m at all sure Charlie was actually abused by his shows creator though. The rumor around Hollywoodland is that every other cast member on 2.5 Men was treated like a member of group home — that had to be cared for just well-enough that the outside world couldn’t see their pain, while Charlie was treated like a deity.

None of which is why I’m abstaining from Charlie’s tweets. It’s because one of my earliest television jobs was co-hosting Loveline on MTV. Giving advice to over-sexed and under-boundaried teenagers for 200 episodes has left me thinking that I understand both addiction and narcissism. I was sitting right next to a doctor while I was giving all my advice (which I had absolutely no credentials to give) and some of his wisdom has stuck with me. Leading me to conclude that Mr. Sheen has experienced a psychotic break. So I’m refraining from all things Charlieville because I’m trying very hard not to stare or follow or further the drama because I believe he needs medical attention.

But he is not the only one at risk. Although I was relieved to see that one of the mothers of his children stepped in to (at least momentarily) remove his kids from the circus we’re all enjoying, two other children have been left to fend for themselves at Carlos Estevez’s house.

Can no one save The Goddesses? Charlie openly talks about his two live-in girlfriends, which by number alone – momentarily ignoring the age and economic differences between he and they – show that an intimate, healthy relationship is not Charlie’s end goal. These two very young and very blonde women are living in a house with a man who has a mile-long history of domestic violence.

It was over 20 years ago that Sheen “accidentally” shot actress Kelly Preston—his then fiancé, in their home. Which might have seemed more accidental had he not settled out of court with a UCLA student, just a few years later and a few months after he married Donna Peele, whom he “allegedly” struck in the head when she refused to have sex with him. Not long after which, troll-finding Charlie was arrested for beating up his next girlfriend Brittany Ashland—giving her seven stitches in her lip—and “allegedly” made the same recurring threat to kill her, too. Which was followed up in court when his next wife Denise Richards filed for divorce and stated that he threw objects (like, chairs) at her and regularly threatened to kill her, as well. Which was trumped just last December when Charlie “allegedly” gave his then wife, Brooke Mueller, a Christmas morning knife to the throat and yet another, “alleged” threat to kill her. Most recently there was also The Plaza hotel incident where Capri Anderson had to lock herself in the bathroom after Sheen put his hands around her throat and threatened to murder her, too.

It seems the only thing Charlie is definitely not winning at are his attempts to kill women. Or at least those six that went to court or a hospital over it. Who knows if other women may have also been hurt but, perhaps, discouraged by the fact that Charlie has not served one minute of jail time for any of these altercations – did not go to the law for help.

When Charlie Sheen’s abuse of women can be forgiven by most of society – yes that means all of you millions of CBS fans who keep those ratings high no matter what Charlie does in his personal life – how long can we estimate the two “Goddesses” will be safe in his home? Two women who are also someone’s children – who are not rich or famous, making them an even easier target to hurt, terrorize or heaven forbid, “actually” kill this time.

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