October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. As she did last year, Dr, Tara Palmatier of shrink4men.com will be sharing a daily post with readers aimed at increasing awareness of the untold part of the domestic violence issue: Abused men. Each personal story reveals one person’s tragedy, and the series reveals the tragedy of how poorly this society reactions to abused men.
“Our eyes met across a crowded room. As trite as it sounds, that is how I met the woman who became my wife and my abuser… the Hungarian Horntail.”
“I met her through work and, by all accounts, it seemed like the most normal relationship I ever had. “
“Absolutely, unequivocally, as soon as the words, ‘I can tell…’ have been uttered, I know I’m in for a ride on the roller coaster of emotional insanity.”
“Why was a fellow student phoning me up and asking to meet at the police station? What was it that he couldn’t discuss over the phone?”
I broke down. I couldn’t even look myself in the eye anymore. I truly believed that D was right. I was a monster. “A monster who was so horribly scarred that could never be loved or be healed”, as D put it.
I remember waking up to my head being slammed against the wall, causing me to have a goose egg on my forehead for about two weeks. When I looked over, D acted like she was sleeping.
I did lie to her. I lied in order to survive living with her. I put my happiness aside in order to keep her happy.
I went to comfort him. When she realised what I was about to do, she pulled him out of his walker by one arm, flung him into the air, and caught him in her other arm.