...until he did.
October is Domestic Violence Awareness month, and I have tried different methods to raise awareness the past on social media with very little response or none at all; are folks generally not interested or is it simply the algorithm of social media interfering with my efforts? This is the first time I have written about it in my blog; probably it will have the same outcome but if my story is here, perhaps someday someone who needs it will happen upon it. This is a topic close to my heart for personal reasons, which I will talk a little about, but first some statistics.
According to Domestic Violence Hotline, in the US:
- About 24 people a minute are victims of abuse from an intimate partner.
- 29% of women and 10% of men are victims of domestic violence, and about half of those have been injured physically, most of them seriously.
- About 50% of both men and women have experienced "psychological aggression" in an intimate relationship.
Reasons victims fail to reach out for help:
- Fear of being able to make it on their own or fear of retaliation from the abusers. After experiencing years or decades of terror, fear is not easily overcome.
- No one has believed them in the past, or the abusers have isolated them so much from friends and family that there is no one they can trust. Few people know what is really going on, and often those around them believe the abuser is a wonderful person.
- They have no self confidence and have been mentally beaten down to think that they can't really leave nor that they are worth it. Emotional turmoil, self-loathing, belief it is their fault and brain fog hinders their decision to take action.
- The lingering hope that things will change and the violence will just stop.
All this information is true because I have lived through this myself. I don't plan to drag the reader through the hell of my experiences nor do I want to relive them in the telling. But I hope I can share enough to impress on those who are listening the seriousness of this subject.
I had a mentor once who told me that we "teach people how to treat us." I can see how this played out in my life, except for my childhood where I was powerless to teach anyone anything, however I learned a great deal, including that my worth was dependent on how good I could be, then told how bad I actually was. I am not a professional but it seems to me now that my controlling rage-oholic mother suffered from an undiagnosed mental illness, and my dear sweet daddy went off to work every day leaving 5 little kids in her care. I don't think he knew exactly what went on when he was gone, because none of us dared to say anything to even him but surely he had a vague idea that she was unstable; denial is a powerful force in these families. Physical abuse was not our mom's thing but she was very clever with verbal, emotional and even psychological abuse. I remember, when I was about 16, wishing that she would just hit me so I had evidence of what she was doing. Otherwise I had no way to process my childhood experiences; no way to explain suffering. At this point I would like to say after years of recovery I came to terms with my mother and understood that she didn't withhold love from me--she was too broken to give it. It was not my fault; she would have been that way if I had never been born. By her end of life, I was at peace with her. But this revelation didn't come in time to prevent the dysfunctions in my adult life.
I left home and soon got married. I jumped from the frying pan into the fire. Running my life based on unhealed damage of my upbringing, set me up for teaching others to treat me the way my mom did. I operated under the illusion that if I was good enough, worked hard enough, pleased others enough, could lose enough weight, and tamp down my needs and personality, that I would be treated with love and kindness in return. I am here to tell you that strategy did not work and lead me into a toxic, volatile relationship with my husband, increasingly exacerbated by his alcoholism. While he became mean, controlling and verbally abusive, at least it wasn't physical.. until one night after 17 years marriage, it was. I got up the next morning and went to work and told no one. After that I managed to dodge trouble for 5 months, knowing in my heart that it would happen again--terrified that it would and still scared to take action. When it became more and more obvious that we were heading for a disaster, I followed the advice of a friend and called the number she gave me and made arrangements to go to a safe house. And asked someone to give me a ride when Hub was out of town for the night. IT WAS THE HARDEST THING I EVER DID! I was terrified, my self-esteem was in the sewer, and I didn't think I had the right to do that. I prayed for days begging that I would stick to my decision and not give in.
My four month stay in the shelter was transformative. I learned strategies to avoid conflict and how to get away if there was trouble. When I returned home, I communicated to him abuse was unacceptable, and felt stronger in my faith, and in my confidence that I could take safe action when I needed to, even while was shaking in my boots. He sobered up 5 years later; during that time I left temporarily 3 times when I thought it was unsafe. When he entered into recovery he told anyone who would listen, that by leaving when I did, we stopped the downward spiral of abuse in our life. I still had lot of learning to do. I am grateful to God that our story didn't end in tragedy, but many stories do.
My prayer, while I write this, is that it will help someone take tiny steps towards freedom.
Where to find help if you are experiencing abuse or violence of any kind.:
Locally, if there is not an actual safe house, you can find help or information from your medical team, hospital, the health department, the local Community Action agency, and even local law enforcement. Or you can contact national hotlines.:
- 1.800.799.SAFE;
- TEXT "START" TO 88788
- Online help: https://www.thehotline.org/ where you can chat with a live advocate.
For those who fear that their loved ones are involved in dangerous situations, I can share thoughts on that also--what the warning signs are and what, if anything you can do, but it will be in another post; meanwhile you can reach information at the contacts above.
God bless everyone.
Maxie