Friday, 15 June 2012

Behind Closed Doors: Living in an Abusive Relationship


Behind closed doors, there’s an epidemic. 1 in 4 women will be affected by it. UK police receive one call about it every minute, an estimated 1,300 calls a day or over 570,000 a year, though less than 40% of cases are reported. No other crime has a rate of repeat victimisation so high(1). I am talking, of course, of domestic violence.

Domestic violence can happen to anyone.

Imagine for one moment that it’s you that it’s happening to. You dealing with the carnage.

Until you look back, you don’t even identify it as domestic violence: that’s something that happens to other people, right? You don’t use words like ‘abuser’ or ‘beaten’ or ‘raped’. That sounds so serious! You use minimizing language, always. And you’re so confused: tired and scared and confused. Hell, the confusion! He’s so attentive to start with, so thoughtful to start with, you don’t even notice things, or at least nothing to put a finger on until it’s got Bad, by which time it’s too late. Then it gets Worse, and the language ends: you have no point of reference; you stop speaking.

It begins with the odd comment about what you’re wearing. A few snidey remarks about your friends. Then: jealousy. Full on. He says you’re flirting with other men and though God knows that’s the last thing on your mind, you feel confused. You don’t meet your friends to save the arguments so there’s no one about to question his behavior, to get an opinion from, to back you up. You think - maybe I am flirty though I don’t mean to be.

I’ll try harder.

There’s been a gradual chip, chip, chipping at your self esteem. You were always a little unsure of yourself and now that’s become a yawning chasm of lost-ness. He tells you he loves you but he criticizes you, he gets angry, he gets so angry these days but he says it’s your fault and maybe it is. The things he seemed to like about you to start with, your rebelliousness, your intelligence, now seem to annoy him. You drink more to help with the feelings. Sometimes when he’s shouting it doesn’t feel like you’re really there at all.

Then it gets physical.

This is when people will tell you you should have left. People are full of helpful advice like that after the fact. I’m sorry, did I say advice? I meant judgment. He tells you it’s your fault and these people, the people you used to think would help you, hospital staff, they say the same thing. Look at her going back to him! He told you people couldn’t be trusted and you know what, he’s right. At your lowest point people have exempted him and blamed you.

You feel like scum.

You feel like you’re going crazy, and you know the drink’s a problem, the drugs are a problem. Together with the self harm they were things that helped you to feel in control even if only a little, to make it a little less painful, the self inflicted damage a means to ease the suffering in your head. He tells you you’re fucking lucky to have him, and you believe him. You look crazy but he doesn’t, you sport the bruises from the last beating and end up hiding at home, ashamed to be seen, afraid to be judged. He goes where he likes when he likes, he sees other women, and he’ll tell you all about that and how much better they are than you when he gets home.

You’re afraid you’ll be sectioned.

He used to be so sorry and upset when he hit you, but it wears off. His anger fades quicker than the bruises but can be triggered in an instant. You feel yourself splitting, mind and body separating out during the beatings, during the violence.

You are so, so lonely. And scared. Everything that’s close to you is broken and destroyed, and at some point you realize you’ve lost even yourself.  You see it in the eyes, in your eyes: an emptiness that speaks of exhaustion and pain and fear and hurt almost above and beyond human endurance. You’re here in body but it’s less clear how present you really are in any meaningful sense.

Things are happening that you didn’t know went on. Sex-wise he’s opened your eyes to a whole load of stuff. Did I say it gets confusing? It gets a little confused. He’ll be nice then he’ll be nasty, taunting you for being frigid, for not doing what ‘real women’ do. He shows you magazines and dvds to teach you how it’s done, and you’re scared to say no. You used to say no, but the rows and the violence mean you don’t say too much these days, and it doesn’t stop him anyway. Anything you say can tick him off and make his fist itch. 

It’s painful and degrading but it'll get worse.

He breaks your boundaries one by one. He wants anal sex. He wants to use toys. He wants to take pictures. There are certain points where lines are crossed and power shifts to him. You both know it though it’s unspoken. After the pictures he has it in his power to humiliate you publicly.

Now he brings in other people.

These ‘friends’ of his, his dealer plus entourage, he wants you to ‘look after’ them, and you’ve learned what that means. Outsiders will say if it was that bad you would have left, but it’s not that simple. Just because you’re still here doesn’t mean you want to be. If you could walk away, you would, but the last time you tried that, you got caught and by the time he’d finished with you, you weren’t walking anywhere anytime soon. He tells you he’ll finish the job off if it ever happens again. He doesn’t let you leave the house. He has the money and the car keys. You have a serious addiction and you’re in trauma. You have PTSD and it makes you easy to manipulate. Sometimes you can’t move, sometimes you can’t speak, sometimes it’s like he’s shouting at you but there’s actually no one there.

Choices? Clear thinking? I might have said it before but it gets confused.

Memories are fractured and best forgotten. You can’t take tomorrow for granted. The mind is resilient, the body resilient, until it isn’t. Fainting. Chest pains, wrist pains, leg pains, abdo pains, heavy bleeding, sickness, gashes, bruises, eyes so swollen you can’t see for a while, will never see as well out of after. The vision returns, but it’s not the same. Head injuries. The drugs and drink help the forgetting, the head injuries help the forgetting. You don’t half bleed a lot from your head. You take care of the body as best you can, you lie awake some nights scared to sleep in case you don’t wake up, looking at the belt draped on the end of the bed, a dark reminder.

If he lets you eat, you eat. If you keep these men happy, maybe he won’t hit you. Maybe not tonight anyway. You hurt all the time, from the beatings, from the fucking. Words like ‘pimping’ won’t come into your vocabulary until much later, and even then they’re hard to say – too real, too painful. Instead you think in colours and numbers, in rhymes and letters. Anything not to let the reality in. You need safety, everybody needs safety, but no place is safe. You tell yourself: I’m not really here, it’s not really me, it’s just a body but I’m not that, I’m someplace else.

You develop different headspaces.

Time passes and then, miracle of miracles, you manage to escape.

A happy ending? Not quite, not yet. If you were looking for a movie ending, riding off into the sunset, you'd be disappointed.

This is just the beginning. You try to fit in, to act ‘normal’ but you don’t know how. Your recent experiences have geared you to survival rather than living, have left you with massive trauma that confuses everything, the past seems more real than the present at times with the PTSD, stuff triggers it all the time and you feel disorientated and lost. The loneliness continues, even in company. You begin piecing stuff together, trying to figure: what the fuck happened here? You’re scared to talk about it, afraid of more judgment, knowing from past experience that people will take it more as a reflection of you and your character than a reflection of him.

The pain and the realization of what went before, what you couldn’t let yourself know, it catches you up. Denial kept you alive and it’s fucking hard to give it up, especially now you’re off the drink and drugs. You get nightmares and flashbacks, wake up soaked in sweat, you throw up, you cry sometimes but more often you don’t. You have scars, you don’t trust, your body upsets you, constant reminder that it is of where you've been, of what they did. You start to see how it could have been, how it should have been, and the stark, painful contrast of how it actually was.

Feelings and images burned into your body and mind, replaying.

You’ve seen stuff you didn’t want to see, that no one should ever have to see, experienced stuff that makes vocabulary seem redundant, and you realize that scary as it is to talk about it, you’re gonna have to find someone, try and do it somehow, because it’s too much on your own. You can’t do it on your own anymore. Images you’ve tried to bury and forget forcing their way out. They make you sick, the words make you sick and the prospect of trusting someone with stuff so close to you that sometimes it feels as if it is you makes you sick. But what are the options?

That was me. That was how it was, how it is, for me. It was me but it could have been you. It’s an epidemic. 1 in 4 women will be affected by domestic violence. The stories vary but the themes are the same. Being raped, being pimped, pornography can happen to anyone. Don’t see this issue as something that doesn’t concern you because it does. My ignorance was bliss until suddenly it wasn’t. We’re all in this together. The abuser needs to be made visible. Blame shouldn’t fall on an already traumatised victim. Women shouldn’t be living in fear of being abused, whether that be inside or outside the home. Every time we blame a victim of domestic violence, we exonerate her abuser. Every time we shine the light of judgment on her, we let him continue to live in the shadows.

On average, two women a week are killed by a violent partner or ex-partner (2). People are dying and it needs to stop. And people are surviving and dealing with judgment and willful misunderstanding on a daily basis. That needs to change too.

It was me but it could have been you.


(1) See www.womensaid.org.uk for statistics
(2)  (Povey, (ed.), 2005; Home Office, 1999; Department of Health, 2005.)
Also thanks to Rebecca Mott for ending my writing block!

31 comments:

  1. That was really powerful. Thank you so much. I have PTSD but not originally from abusive relationships but those have made it much worse. A lot of the flashbacks I've had in recent years are from one of those abusive relationships, which was the worst by far. I didn't realise it was abusive until I discovered what he was. I was groomed. The PTSD was originally from long before, but that's probably why the sociopath chose me, maybe. Perhaps he could see I was vulnerable to being manipulated. I can't say more publicly on here but he was a very sick man, and I had no idea. Although I wasn't with him long, the damage he caused stole 5 years of my life. I'm only just getting myself back now.

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    1. Thanks so much for what you've written. And good on you for working so hard to get yourself back! It's bloody tricky to see things clearly when you're caught up in the middle of it.
      Wishing you all the best on your journey :-)
      In solidarity

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  2. Congratulations for this soulful, well written and useful blog.
    If only more people opened their eyes about the awful reality of prostitution we'd live in a less criminal world.
    Keep up writing and keep up the very good work you do !
    Stay strong and take care of you,

    French feminist

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  3. Thanks :-) I really appreciate your support. This is a global issue and we're so much stronger together.

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  4. What an important piece. Thank you so much for sharing.

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  5. The raw honesty of your writing always takes my breath away. You are so brilliant. Love you. I've reblogged here: http://survivorsconnect.wordpress.com/2012/07/04/behind-closed-doors-living-in-an-abusive-relationship/

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  6. This is so important to get out on a megaphone to all. I will gladly share this...can't tell you how much this pulls on me when I speak to other men about godly and dignified relationships, which starts and ends with their heart. My heart is with you 1000%.

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  7. Thank you! After reading this my vocabulary seems completely inadequate to express what I feel. To know that there are humans suffering in situations like yours was, is almost more than I can endure. Stories like yours are the reason I have committed the rest of my life to making a difference.

    I work with women that have been trafficked and am in the process of opening a healing "home". What I am finding more and more in the women that I meet in this country, is that they were often trafficked by a mother, a father or a husband.

    You are so right, domestic violence and all that leads to is permeating our society and we must work together to stop it. To help the victim instead of judging and blaming.

    I too was a victim of domestic violence and would not report because I knew I would be judged. My then husband was a well respected man and when I finally did leave, I was indeed harshly judged by many.

    Thank you again for putting the anguish you have suffered into words. I know that there are truly no words that could express that level of pain, but you did an amazing job! I honor your past and your future. I know you will help many others by your bravery to give a voice to the travesty that is happening behind closed doors.

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    1. Thank you. How fabulous that you are making a difference: people like yourself who help other women are so important.

      I hope you have been able to find healing from the trauma you went through with your then husband.

      In solidarity

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    2. I have indeed found healing. Thanks!

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  8. Although I have been in recovery for 11 years, I still found myself remembering what I forgot, shocked at what my own past holds that is still hidden from me. This article is good to open people's eyes, and equally effective to help victims to feel validate, we live from hell, and lived to tell our story. Oh wait, most people dont' want to hear our story, we are still told to "just get over it". Thank you so much for writing this!! It is one of the best DV articles I have ever read!!

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  9. Thank You so much Angel K. for having the courage to remember for us, for all of us. Andrea Dworkin repeatedly urge us to remember,because it's the only way to resist, do not comply and, if we can, to fight back.
    Thank You.
    I'm sorry for my english, I'm french. Your post moved me, so I wanted to "bring it back" to "my" langage, in which I can feel the strengh of your words, and transmit it to my radFriends. I've put my words in this translation, I hope You won't mind. Tell me if there is any problem.
    http://www.feministes-radicales.org/2012/07/13/jai-rencontre-lhomme-de-ma-mort/

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  10. Thanks for this. It's fab that you've translated this into your own language - like the sound of your site.

    In solidarity

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  11. Thank you so much for your powerful, painful writing. I'm lost for words and don't feel any comment I could add can do this post justice. But I just felt I had to acknowledge how insipring I find your courage and strenghth in surviving and gradually healing from what you went through. And also thank you for your generosity in using your talent in writing to share your journey, help others with theirs, and educate the world so that we prevent other women going through what you did.

    Thank you.

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  12. Solitary, solitude, and solemn. This world opens and closes doors. Glad you came out.

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  13. Where did you go?
    I am a therapist in CA working with survivors. Your writing is so spot on!

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  14. Hi Jo, thanks for this. I've had a lot of change over the last year - my therapist wasn't able to help me anymore which I found incredibly tough and there's a lot going on in my private life too. I stopped writing because it felt like too much to cope with. But I'm still pressing on and still holding the same views! Recovery from the abuse is slow slow slow but although I get disillusioned sometimes what're the options? I want to live not just to survive!
    The 3 women who they found in the US has stirred up a few things for me. Thank you for what you wrote :-) May try and get back to writing, I think it might be a good time to try and unload a bit more. I don't want to just be repeating myself though!

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  15. I am also working with survivors as a counselor. Thank you thank you thank you for writing this. It is one of the most powerful things I've ever read and I've studied a lot.

    I got out of the sex industry at age 28. I did pretty hard core therapy, but didn't get into the deep stuff until almost age 40.

    I am so happy now and have been since 2010.

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  16. Hi Jennifer, thanks so much for this comment. It's great to hear from someone who's been there that it does get better :-)

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  17. Hi angel, are u still there ? It would be good to know how are you nowadays, i hope that you're great in any aspect of your life! :^)

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  18. Hi there joshqewrty, thanks for asking :-) Am still here and publishing (and deleting some pretty horrible!) comments. I didn't write for a while cos I felt like I didn't have anything new to add, then because I got stressed about writing - I have pretty exacting standards for myself! I still have PTSD and still do therapy but am happy to report that life has brought me some pretty amazing stuff too :-) , stuff I didn't think I could have like a long term relationship.

    I turned 7 years clean and serene(!) this year, that's 7 years exited. The drink and drugs aren't an issue and I just keep on chipping away at the PTSD stuff.

    Hope all's well with you :-)
    In solidarity
    Angel x

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  19. THANK YOU so much. so brave. so real. so precise.
    I had/have a similar fight, and for the last 6 years working on getting myself back together. Its not easy. it takes time. it takes faith.
    so thank you for sharing this true words.
    it was painful to read because it bring back the memories, but it was also comforting, and encouraging to look up and believe that it is possible. and you're right. people will judge you and blame you, or worse, pity you. because they cant understand. but I can. and I think your brave and beautiful. and I wish you a safe journey to healing, body and soul. I wish you find the way to trust the world again, that's what I wish to myself anyway :)
    and hopefully time will do the rest.
    I admire your strength to not only pick up the pieces of yourself, but also to do this amazing work out here for all of us. so. I thank you from the bottom of my heart dear Angel K.

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  20. Thank you. You are indeed someone like me :-)
    Be good to yourself
    with love
    Angel x

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  21. Thank you for sharing this, as hard as it must have been. You are such a brave guiding soul and I want to wish you well if you're still answering the blog? Your work is so enlightening and so powerful! Bless you xxx

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