Domestic violence-related deaths are down 20 percent in the past eight years in New York City. Martinez hopes walks like this help give women the courage to keep coming forward – so the numbers keep dropping.
-NY1.com
1 on 4 women. that’s the statistic. but like Rich said, that’s bullshit. it’s much more than that, right? all of the women who don’t say shit on the record. who dont want to admit that someone they love kicks their ass on a regular basis. or maybe nobody actually touched them, so they blow it off to just an argument. a long, drawn out for many years argument, with lots of screaming, yelling, name calling – slowly chipping away at your self esteem. tricking you into believing that you are not good enough when it really matters. or maybe… just maybe, it’s the person who’s been cyber-stalking you, the one that claims because you write a public diary blog you are fair game to abuse online. so much so that you just completely stop checking email because even for every 100 encouraging words, just one email from an anonymous cowards messes with your head for days.
bruises can be covered on the outside. eventually, they heal, i suppose. but how about forgetting. do you ever really forget?
how many excuses have you made for bad behavior? for abusive, controlling actions that you write off because you love someone.
the brides march has been haunting me.
how do i explain how it all appeared to me without disrespecting the survivors and the victims?
forgive me in advance, but im still reliving it in the quiet moments.
what i felt from these courageous women:
power
strength
inspiration
community
but you knew this.
what i also felt from some of the women were
resignation
there is no doubt in my mind that a few women marching were still suffering from abuse at home. perhaps meeting together they felt strong, but to only go back home to the same shit, different day? i made lots of unwarranted assumptions and wanted to shake them. i wanted to give them everything i had so that they can just get the fuck out of their situations. but would they listen?
i was so overwhelmed by the swirling emotions i was sucking in that i stayed mostly quiet until C forced me into conversations.
domestic violence doesnt just affect the abuser, but who am i to take that away from them? how about little kids, friends, families, co-workers who either are helpless witnesses, or the stronger ones who jump in to break it up, or the ones who sit quietly at their desk while their cube-mate puts concealer on a bruise. what do you say? how do you help? do you mind your own business. should we?
at what point do we make it our business? do we wait until someone we actually know and love is hurt before it becomes personal?
and why hasnt Gary had Amber arrested yet?
if you think women dont talk about abuse, imagine the statistics for men.
my diary page remembering the brides march will never do it all justice.
just go look at the pictures.




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