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Trigger warning: This post deals with domestic violence and may be triggering for some readers.
When Rosie Batty lost her 11-year-old son Luke at the hands of the boy’s mentally unstable father in February, Trisha* felt the hair on her arms stand on end.
“I got goosebumps. Goosebumps. Because I could just see exactly the same thing happening to my girls,” she says.
The 35-year-old mother of two tells Mamamia she has been pleading with authorities for almost a year to prevent her abusive and mentally ill father from having regular contact with their two young daughters.
But she’s felt dismissed by authorities at every turn and now, she’s scared her children are at risk of suffering Luke’s tragic fate.
“Every step of the way I’ve been failed. Every step of the way. The police have failed, the Magistrates’ Court has been failed, the Family Court has failed,” Trisha says.
“I think the entire system has become so jaded against this sort of thing that they just don’t care any more. So when they get a genuine case… they can’t see it.”
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I'm disturbed and horrified by the amount of women posting their stories of abuse, unbelievably heart breaking.
I'm sure this only worked because he's not an abusive person but I told me husband before we got married abuse is a deal breaker, I said "if you ever hit me I'll stab you in your sleep, I can't take you awake, but you'll sleep eventually".
My biological dad was very abusive to my mum. They broke up just after my first birthday, when my mum was 21. He was given two options; either be a part of my life and come to see me on a regular basis i.e be a proper father figure, or, do not be a part of her life at all. There was no 'you can just rock up one saturday afternoon after disappearing for x months', and i am so, so glad i was sheltered from that (My mum met my 'real' dad when I was 2 1/2; a million times better father than my sperm donor). Any way, my biological used to bash up my mum quite badly, would come to my nans absolutely shitfaced when he knew my mum wasn't home (she would throw herself in front of a bullet before she would let him take me) and try to take me off my nan; on his motorbike. My mum NEVER said a bad word about that man until I was an adult. She would say things like 'I never want to see him again for as long as I live, but that doesn't mean you and him can't have a good relationship, and I will grit my teeth and support you if and when you decide you want to meet'. It was my nan who had tried desperately to get my mum out of that relationship, and she really despised that man, so when I would ask her about him, she would tell me the truth, and once she showed me pictures of my mum, modelling, so beautiful, but with so much makeup covering her bruised eye sockets.
I met my biological for the first and final time at age 18. I had left my regional town and moved to the whitsundays, I was in Perth seeing my friends before i left and he was conveniently there from Tasmania. He spent that entire meeting bitching and saying mean things about my mother. 17 years after he met her, of which i am a spitting image of. I knew then i would NEVER want a relationship with this man. However we remained friends on facebook.
When i was 20, sperm donors nephew, my cousin (he was probably 16 or 17- old enough not to be an ignorant little fool), who i also had fb but had never met, posted an infuriating status. An iraqi man had drowned off a popular fishing spot that is notoriously dangerous in my town. My 'cousin' had posted, something along the lines of 'one less of them in the world'. If you can't tell by this post, i have quite the opinion. So i responded with a very strong worded paragraph on how to learn to have some basic respect, not be a racist little c*** and how to just have some general decency as a human being. It was not him who took offence to this, but my 40 year biological father who wrote the most slanderous set of remarks directed at me that i could fathom. a 40 year old man. On a 17 year old's facebook. At his 20 year old daughter. Included were more horrible things about my mother 18 years after they had last spoken. Complete fuckhead.
Any way, I am 23 now and I'm really happy that man will never be a part of my life. I know that I was really lucky in terms of what end of the abuse spectrum this was on. But, basically what i was getting at with this novel, is that, we as children, see the way our mum or dad is manipulated by the other. We see the misery and we see the mind games. We may not understand them at first, but as we get older and start to think for ourselves, and we do form our own opinions.
I know that after experiencing this through my mum, there is absolutely no way in hell i would ever tolerate even 5 minutes of such vile abuse. So whilst he never taught me anything directly, indirectly he taught what i never want out of a relationship. Which is a pretty valuable lesson really