The Silence of Domestic Violence
I hope to share key incidents, not necessarily in the order they happened, but ones that illustrate the dynamics of domestic violence plus insights I've gained through these experiences to help others.As domestic violence and abuse in all relationships become part of our common language, people come closer to understanding what defines abuse. While I grew up in a family with drug addicted siblings...I did not know what relationship abuse was...it wasn't taught in school or church or at home. My parent's didn't know about abuse to educate us kids.
We, the abused, stay longer than we desire because we know (and statistics show) the danger level increases when we leave. In order to understand abuse, we the abused need to end our silence and share our stories to educate others. Many of us remain quiet because we still must interact with our abuser, others because we feel ashamed at being so weak or stupid...whatever the reason I understand the validity of the reasoning. It's time for my silence to end even though through my daughter I'm forced to remain in contact with my former abuser.
Several things stand out in my story that follow the pattern while some do not. I did not tell anyone what was going on for many reasons. Silence is typical. Friends, co-workers and even doctors found my ex-husband to be a charming, personable man. My old boss remains his friend and thought I was the "bad guy" in the divorce. He is a great friend. He was my Prince Charming...once upon a time. Eventually I felt crazy due to my inability to make logical sense of the contrasting behavior I experienced with this charming man...behind doors he was not so charming. I began to document my experiences...to figure out...is it me or him? HIM, but looking back helps me see why I stayed.
Dr. Jekell & Mr. Hyde
Mother's Day... May 12, 1991 I married Michael in my parent's backyard among friends and family. He didn't show me his Mr. Hyde side at the time...I didn't know he was going to turn on me.. which makes me feel so naive stupid. My situation involved an additional layer of complication that pulled the wool over my eyes. Oh sure, looking back there were signs...if I knew what to look for there were flags waving me down, but domestic violence nor antisocial personality disorder (previously called psychopath/sociopath) were part of my vernacular or education. I wish they were not part of my language now...but...they are...and I must admit..I am better for the knowing.
Michael was the dad to my son that his blood father never was. I wanted a father for my son, a good man full of love and joy. A wanted a man to love my son...to teach him things that father's do...sports, how to be a good man, pee in the toilet...hopefully with some aim....how to treat a woman with respect..."normal" things I took for granted growing up with my own dad. At first, Michael was all this and more. Sean adored Michael.
Personally I was ripe for the picking. My first husband was my high school sweetheart, first love who left me utterly destroyed after cheating on me multiple times. Self esteem at an all time low, doubting my desirability as a woman...Michael was there to pick up the pieces, build me back up and the man treated me like a queen. He gave me flowers, put notes on my car filled with words women love to hear...he took me places, we had excellent conversations...he was a dream come true. I just didn't realize at the time that I was a queen in his own personal chess game...and I didn't know the rules.
The Frog & The Boiling Water
The abuse didn't start right away. Hello...I would have left! I just came from a marriage filled with lies and betrayal. I knew what to look for, but that is not how this game works. Over the years Michael was my Knight in Shining Armor, my captor, friend and enemy. He built me up to tear me down. He gave me freedom and control to then take it away and eventually use against me..including my own thoughts. He loved my mind...I was smart, sexy and beautiful according to him...then I was stupid, ugly..nobody else would EVER want me...but him. Nobody would EVER love me like he did..and three cheers for that buddy. I hope I never find another man that loves me like you, I'd rather be single.Later, when I was in court mandated group counselling for abused women I learned about the cycle of violence. My therapist explained how we all got into the boiling water of our abusive marriages. Each woman who sat in that circle was abused. Some of their children were also abused, some were not. We all were overflowing with guilt and shame. Many of our stories were eerily similar. Did we marry the same man? How could we allow ourselves to become so small? How could we give our power away? How could we allow our kids to be hurt? Why didn't we know our kids were BEING hurt? Why did we stay? How could we stay? You know the saying...Fight or Flight response? What isn't often mentioned is the third function...Freeze. We were frozen in place by fear just like a doe in the headlights. To help us understand our therapist explained it like this....
If you put a frog in a pot of boiling water it's natural fight or flight survival instinct would set in causing it to jump out of the pot. Right? Right. BUT...if you put a frog into a pot of tepid water then slowly turn up the heat it would unwittingly stay in the pot until it boiled to death. That is a simple explanation of why men and women stay in abusive marriages. They don't know what's happening until it's too late. In the end there is a trigger, an invisible line is crossed that allows the abused to gather up their energy to leave...we all agreed the day we left our husbands we knew the real danger had just begun. (The most dangerous time for a woman who is being abused is when she tries to leave. United States Department of Justice, National Crime Victim Survey, 1995)
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Every year when I read my journals I cry for the woman between the pages. I yell at her to leave, don't be so nice and loving to this man! His promises are all lies! Don't believe him, he is literally crazy.... Please leave him now, get out. Please. I feel compelled to advise her at every misstep, hold her as she sobs silently into her pillow, bolster her up and show her the beautiful light that shines inside her.
What impresses me most about this younger me is that she kept her Pollyanna outlook on life. Even while living in a Safe House for several months, a divorce that took 2 years costing her $15,000 and her abuser being acquitted in court...between the pages I find her relying on her spiritual core to help her through. The abuse did not tarnish her positive outlook on life...as it does for so many, she held on to that part of her for dear life...and it saved her and the children in the end. Back in those dark days it was hard to find the light. What I found to hold onto is my internal light...it's the fire of my spirit, my soul and it shall never be extinguished by another. That is a wonderful thing to learn about yourself.
Kristy
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