Trigger Warning: This post deals with issues of domestic violence and may be triggering for survivors of abuse.
Dear perpetrator of violence against women,
I don’t know you intimately – and I hope I never will. I hope I’ve never seen you with my friends, acquaintances or family, but – statistically speaking – I probably have.
I have almost certainly walked past you on the street.
Because if one-third of women experience domestic or sexual violence in their lifetime, that means someone – a number of someones – are committing that crime.
I know what you’re about to say.
It was only that one time. Or you only accidentally gave her a black eye. Or you didn’t mean to push her so hard.
Or it was only the alcohol. Or it was because she made you so mad. Or it was because you love her so much.
Or it was only because she was flirting with Alex from her work. Or calling her mother, and talking about you, and she knows you hate that. Or only because she wouldn’t shut up, just f*cking shut up.
I know why you think those domestic violence ads don’t apply to you. You have plenty of excuses. Those campaigns are aimed at stopping monsters – and you’re not a monster. You’re just a person who has made some mistakes.
Everybody makes mistakes, right? Sorry. You’re wrong.
It doesn’t matter if it was only once, or wasn’t that hard, or you didn’t mean to leave a mark. It doesn’t matter if you were drunk – that does not absolve you of guilt. It doesn’t matter if she was mocking you, or flirting with other men or women, or talking to her friends and family when you wanted her to pay attention to you instead.
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What we need is from an early age to get all youngsters in school and simply have a zero tolerance policy towards violence and verbal abuse, which I differentiate.
If anyone hits or verbally abuses another student it should be met immediately with some from of social managing.
Kids learn as much about violence in school as they do at home, so it's remiss to assume your kids are immune to social ill.
Culturally we need everyone everywhere to know violence is unacceptable.
It's 2014, which in my mind sounds like the future where I thought this stuff would be in the past {swidt}.
Violence comes in many forms. An abusive partner may read this article and think well, I don't actually hit them so I'm not so bad. As someone who has been on the receiving end of violence and emotional cruelty I can tell you the verbal abuse and emotional cruelty is far worse. Far more damaging.
I know violence by women against men exists. However the men are far more capable of defending themselves. I know that creates more issues relating to society and police believing the woman over the man but in most cases they are not in fear for their life. If I fight back I'm going to get really hurt simply because he's three times as strong, and when in a rage, ten times that. And my defence becomes a justification for escalated violence.
Yes women kill men. Why? Sometimes that's the only way to stop them. Why don't I just leave? Because I believe my life would be worse then it is now. If it was that easy to leave, I would have already left.
Why is he the way he is? Alcoholic violent father and violent mother. Broken home. Kids having to fight for themselves. His whole family is damaged. And yes his family members, sisters included, are violent, emotionally abusive partners as well. They react to anything they don't like with anger and control. Its a destructive cycle.
To the people that think they don't know anyone in an abusive relationship, chances are they smiled and said hello to you this morning. Appearing perfectly normal, functioning and coping with life like everybody else. It all lies underneath. Underneath the smiles and pleasant conversation. I'm a great actress, I just cry a lot in my car where nobody can see.
It's such a waste. Waste of love, waste of energy, waste of everything. It's devastating. I wish I'd never met him, never fallen in love with him, never stayed. But that's the thing that nobody can understand unless you have experienced it. It's a slow process of breaking down barriers. It's a complete head f***k. Before you know it you're there wondering how you got there, and how you're going to deal with it. This has been very difficult to write. I've rewritten it several times over. I've removed stuff, and even now I don't know if I can send it. But I will. Because I know I'm not alone. My experience will not be the same as another woman because every case is different. I don't have any solutions but I do know it needs to be talked about.
I am afraid for you. And I hope you pick up the phone and make the first step towards safety, though I know it might be a long, scary and dangerous process for you. You've shown independence and courage by writing this. Good luck.
Get Out!.... You can do it you know... you are stronger than you think... I was!
He still, 15 years later, tries to get to me through the kids, but as the baby is now 17... That doesn't work any more. I am free and happy, it can be tough, but not as tough as staying was! Good Luck!