October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. It is a conversation that is difficult on either side and for every participant. But it's a conversation that could save a life. Maybe your patient's life. Maybe your best friend's or your sister's. Maybe yours.
October is Domestic Violence Awareness month. It's a topic that has been addressed online and in print, but one that is excruciatingly difficult to bring up in a face-to-face conversation. I know this as a nurse, because it is awkward and uncomfortable to initiate the conversation with my patients, but I also know this as a survivor.
Recently, when I visited my oncologist, she brought up the topic in a perfunctory sort of way. "Do you feel safe at home?" she asked me, in exactly the same sort of manner she had asked me if my penicillin allergy is still current and if I'm taking my meds daily. She didn't make eye contact and it was clear she desperately wanted my answer to be in the affirmative because she wasn't comfortable discussing a negative. I don't blame her. It wouldn't have been comfortable for me either - on either side of that conversation. The thing is, I haven't always felt safe at home. My parents were violent and, like many survivors of childhood violence, I grew up to be a survivor of the more commonly thought-of domestic violence. Thirty years ago, I lived with a man who hurt me.
In the 1980s, no health care practitioner asked me if I was safe at home. And I wouldn't have known what to answer if one had. Domestic violence occurs at all socio-economic levels, in all strata of society. But it's one of those dirty little secrets that no one wants to admit to. I doubt you will ever encounter a man (at least not in our culture) who admits to beating his wife. (Or to being beaten by her, for that matter, because such things, while more rare, do happen.) And no one wants to be the woman who admits to being beaten. It's stigmatizing.
Thirty years ago, just before I married my abuser, I had a colleague whose live-in boyfriend commonly blackened her eyes when dinner wasn't ready on time. We all saw the black eyes. We all discussed her situation in hushed whispers so Donna wouldn't know we were talking about her. Then there was the day she showed up in our ER, left hand hanging by a thin shred of skin. Her partner had attacked her with an axe. It wasn't until then than Donna was willing to admit to being in an unsafe situation. She was scared to death he would kill her - and rightfully so. I remember discussing the situation with my friends and my soon-to-be husband. "No one would get away with that with ME," I proclaimed arrogantly. "If a man lifted his hand to me, I'd leave him." And I meant it. I thought I knew better. And I DID know better - until I didn't.
It started off slowly enough. He was transferred two thousand miles away from my friends and family. I made new friends, slowly, but that isn't the thing you discuss with a new friend. He became increasingly verbally abusive. He started throwing things. He started throwing things in my direction, which advanced to throwing things at me and then to throwing ME. There was a perfect impression of me in the drywall of our hallway, left when he slammed me against a wall. During one memorable fight, he threw me down a flight of stairs - the concrete stairs of our stoop. That could have killed me. It didn't, but it scared me. I went back into the house, packed a bag and flew to California to stay with my best friend for two weeks. I was too stupid or too ignorant to know how dangerous it was to go back into that house and pack a bag. I didn't understand that leaving is the most dangerous time for a woman. And I was too stupid not to go back when he agreed to get counseling.
Even in the counselor's office, it was excruciatingly embarrassing to admit that *I* was "an abused wife." Imagine how difficult it would be to tell your oncologist or your gynecologist or your PCP such a thing. I felt stigmatized, I felt "less than." It was now my dirty little secret, one that I didn't want anyone to know. And when it did come out, reactions were pretty much what I had envisioned. There was a lot of chest beating and proclamations that "I'd never let a man beat ME." Or "Why didn't you just leave him?"
I didn't leave him for myriad reasons, some valid and others not so much. I didn't want to admit defeat, that my marriage had failed. I had the first divorce in my extended family. I'm pretty sure I wasn't the first wife who endured physical violence. Our lives, finances and possessions were entwined. If you think that's a trivial reason, try to imagine yourself, right this moment getting up from your computer and leaving your home. Don't change your clothes, don't pack a bag. Just get up and walk out of your home with what you're wearing (flannel pajamas and comfy slippers? Ragged jeans and a T shirt) and what you can grab on your way out without slowing. Imagine that you might never be allowed to return to your home. What treasures are in that home that you'll never see again? Your grandmother's engagement ring that she gave you as she lay dying? The family Bible? Your photo albums, your purse, your dog? Your child maybe? Think about that for just a moment.
It's easy enough to SAY that things aren't worth your life. Your children, maybe but not Grandma's ring. But if you haven't lived it, you have no idea what it FEELS like. And until he actually tries to kill you, you may not get it that he might literally do so. Even if you know it in your head, it may not penetrate to that visceral level that demands action.
I left after my then-husband tried to strangle me to death. And because I met him through a blind date arranged by friends, I told those friends exactly why I left him. Then I had to endure dozens of rounds of "He's such a kind, gentle man. He would NEVER do such a thing. You must be making it up." "He's such a friendly, HUMBLE man. He'd never do that." We have all heard the rounds of praise heaped upon the head of a domestic abuser, the disbelief that "someone I know would do such a thing." Anyone who has read this board for more than a month knows that to be true. The knee-jerk expression of those beliefs is just one more type of abuse that the survivor of domestic violence has to face. I lost all of OUR friends, most of mine and even some family members because I finally found my backbone and wouldn't tolerate those kinds of comments, that kind of abuse.
It's not fair that a survivor of domestic violence has to lose her family, her friends, her reputation and her most treasured belongings. It's not fair that she has to listen to people who know HER postulate on how she must be making it up because they KNOW he "isn't that kind of man." None of it is fair.
October is Domestic Violence month. If you are in a relationship where you don't feel safe, make a plan. You don't have to leave right now if you're not ready. But have a copy of your insurance card, your social security card, your birth certificate, your passport somewhere safe where you can get to it but he can't. Keep extra keys. Have your own credit card and bank account, keep some cash. Park your car where it cannot be parked in. Keep your gas tank full. Know a safe place to go and at least three different routes to get there. Know who you would call to pick up your kids at school or daycare if you can't get to them. Have a plan. Please have a plan. Domestic violence doesn't just happen to other people. It can happen to you. It can happen in the wee hours of a holiday morning, on a Monday evening when he's had a bad day at work or his football team is losing or just before you're supposed to show up at your sister's wedding. Don't become a statistic.
For other articles in this series about domestic violence please read:
Domestic Violence: What Leaving Feels Like
References
Bruised All Over - Nurses play role recognizing and stopping domestic violence.
, not my story to tell, but a lot of her mannerisms and mood I used to think we're her way of being difficult. I didn't understand the behavior related to surviving abuse.
I used to and still struggle everyday due to the "habits" that I picked up from being abused; there is a traumatic mechanism that occurs; so much as when one "gets out" one still feels isolated and those coping mechanisms during or after surviving don't vanish. Most of my behaviors are from a place of anger.
I was seeing a psychiatrist and a DV counselor and on antipsychotics because I developed PTSD from the situation, had a period of only needing a therapist, then back to psychiatrist, meds and therapy, this time with a trauma therapist that specializes in EDMR. I'm supposed to be able to taper off my meds soon; although with the anniversary coming up, I'm apprehensive as to how I will be able to cope with the tapering of my meds, however I do have a great therapist and mechanisms that I have worked on in therapy and if needed, I can always go back on them-right now I just take one day at a time.
wow.. still admitting you are to blame. Your a NUrse, use your skills to deal with it. If your husband/boyfriend/girlfriend is being nasty, start planning on getting out. It affects your work, and your kids. The internet is good, to get all your sympathy. OR have a good talk with your 'partner'. If he she it, does not want to talk...leave.
Are you done! I deal with the facts, so lets stop this. I am an BSCn, I dont need attention, but thanks for the feedback. NO sir, its reality, deal with it.Isn't the internet forums great.
Wow, just wow. If you are not a victim of domestic violence you have no right to be making these judgemental statements. You probably shouldn't be saying anything except to offer words of encouragement. As for your statement about women getting out, all those who shared their stories DID get out so I don't know who you are directing your hurtful comment to - those still STUCK?
I don't see how you can't possibly get satisfaction by making ignorant comments and expecting responses such as this one, Bachelors degree or not. What are you saying anyway?
If there is any merit to a discussion you can't just offer encouragement and sympathy. How can one understand if I'm not allow to ask questions that may reveal my ignorance?
I am not in a DV situation (that I am aware of) so I don't know first hand about the dynamics. I have read some and been to a few classes but that only scratches the surface. As a male in a class entirely of women it didn't feel safe to say anything.
It seems to be a progressive situation that by the time it's noticed there really are few if any options. The mental manipulation that keeps the victim convinced they are powerless to do anything about their situation. The social and financial isolation really does shut down normal avenues of escape.
How does anybody get out? What did they do? How does that help the ones still trapped?
If there is any merit to a discussion you can't just offer encouragement and sympathy. How can one understand if I'm not allow to ask questions that may reveal my ignorance
By listening.
There is nothing wrong with asking appropriate questions. Ignorance doesn't necessarily mean someone is lacking facts. Someone can be ignorant about how to ask appropriate questions or make appropriate comments.
Roy Hanson
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wow.. still admitting you are to blame. Your a NUrse, use your skills to deal with it. If your husband/boyfriend/girlfriend is being nasty, start planning on getting out. It affects your work, and your kids. The internet is good, to get all your sympathy. OR have a good talk with your 'partner'. If he she it, does not want to talk...leave.