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The following was written and shared with permission by Rachel Miller.
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This picture was taken at my company’s annual convention, two weeks after I had been thrown into a wall. Would you have guessed that I lived in an abusive home?

I was a victim of domestic violence.

I must tell you, even now, a few years after leaving my abusive marriage the word “victim” still doesn’t sit well on my tongue. I had to learn to own the word, in order to move forward and get the therapy I needed to recover from my experience, but I don’t wear it comfortably. I have a hard time balancing the person I know I am inside with the stereotypical image of a victim that pops into my head when I hear the word. Some of that is due, in part, to my own desire to deny my past, but the other is that I have trouble relating to many of the stories I hear and pictures I see promoting domestic violence awareness.

You see my story is different, yet not different at all.

I was hit twice during my 15 year marriage; I was thrown into a wall once and held captive in my own home by my 6’5” 300 lb. husband at least three times, but only the wall incident left me bruised. Only the last time he locked me in the house did I call someone (his mother) for help. I didn’t think I fit the description of a battered woman; I wasn’t hiding bruises or avoiding friends or co-workers. While I might limit his exposure to my friends and family, I still saw them. I was able to work, though he cost me a promotion by threatening to cause a scene at my job if I went in that day. Granted, I seldom, if ever, went out without him. Yes, I spent most of my time walking on eggshells waiting for the next blow up and got extremely anxious when I did things I knew would upset him, but he never threatened to kill me. Though he owned many guns, he never pulled one on me or my kids. While he controlled many aspects of our life, I thought because I had control of others that I wasn’t like those women who end up in hospitals, in women’s shelters or dead.

My case wasn’t extreme; mine had many periods of what people refer to as honeymoon phases; mine was almost always invisible to outsiders. I didn’t feel I could call the police when he backed me into a corner during a fight or stood over me screaming and yelling. I thought because I fought back that law enforcement wouldn’t believe me. I didn’t feel battered or abused. I couldn’t relate to the women that I saw on billboards or in commercials with black eyes or long sleeves covering up bruises. While some of this, I understand now, is typical of abused women, I also feel that the very campaigns that are meant to help women like me, in fact, alienate us.

Domestic violence to me used to mean things like: beaten children, broken bones, bruises, black eyes, angry alcoholics and constant fear. It didn’t mean a man who controls you or your life through manipulation. It didn’t mean a man who intimidated with size or threats. It didn’t mean a man using words to, slowly over a long period of time, break down their partner’s will to be their own person and ability to see what was happening. It didn’t mean long stretches of good times (or what I thought were good times) with periodic explosions of rage, temper, intimidation and violence.

I was the very person campaigns, like the many that are going on this month, are trying to reach, yet I was the very person who couldn’t relate to the information they were providing.  All the stories seemed so extraordinary. I could justify that I wasn’t one of those woman because I didn’t have bruises, he didn’t threaten to kill me, he never raped me, didn’t call me names nor did he attack my self –image. In fact I was the “trophy wife” who he enjoyed flaunting and we both knew that at the end of the day I was simply more intelligent.

I was fine.  I could handle it.

I wasn’t like those other women; my situation was different. No one saw his potential; no one understood how amazing he could be. He needed me.

Yes, I now understand how wrong that line of thinking was, but I didn’t then. I couldn’t find stories like mine when I read about abusive relationships. All I could seem to find were extremes so I convinced myself that my relationship, while having its issues, was not abusive.

It’s time to reconsider this constant highlighting of the extreme cases, showing the sensational photos, always going for the shock value and bring some attention to the woman who are slowly, silently dying on the inside, whose wounds are deep and bleeding but because you can’t see them, because they aren’t black and blue and their abuser isn’t holding a gun to their head or trying to run them down with their car, feel like their situation doesn’t qualify as domestic violence.

  • It’s time to tell the story of the woman who was afraid to spend a day with her cousin because her husband would explode when he got home.  You see, she hadn’t spent her day off cleaning an already clean house, which is his mind was unacceptable.
  • We need to tell the story of the woman who has to get every friend on Facebook, every follower on Twitter and every potential activity approved by her husband or pay the consequences of his anger.
  • We need to tell the story of the girl whose mother controls who she speaks to, manipulates her into taking out credit cards to support the family, yet refuses to pay the bills and uses guilt, denial and intimidation to keep her from telling ‘family secrets.’
  • Let’s talk about the little girl who sees her father intimidate her mother, hit, knock down and kick her brother but never her and lives in constant fear of one day crossing his invisible line so that his violence is turned on her.
  • It’s time to hear about the boy whose mother slapped him because getting in her face was too reminiscent of his abusive father’s intimidation.
  • We need to hear about the man whose wife tells him nothing he does is good enough, attempts to destroy his relationships with his friends and family and insists everything that ever goes wrong is his fault.
  • We need to tell the story of the woman who felt she was powerless to leave her relationship because of the lack of money and mountains of debt her abuser had gotten the family into.

All of these stories are part of the domestic violence cycle, and when all we do to bring awareness to the extremes, we risk invalidating those who suffer daily but will never make the highlight reel at the next rally or have their image as part of the latest PSA.

[October] is domestic violence awareness month. I was a victim and there are millions like me. We are your friends, your co-workers, your family member, your next door neighbor and you may have no idea what we suffer through every day. Many of us are extremely skilled at hiding the reality of our situations. To this day there are people who are stunned when they hear my story. They had absolutely no idea and cannot believe that someone like me lived like this.

“But you’re so strong and confident, how could you possibly have put up with that kind of treatment?”

“You’re such a leader, such a go getter; I can’t believe you let him hold you back in the workplace.”

“You’re an intelligent, talented, beautiful woman; things like this don’t happen to women like you.”

I have heard all of these things and more. So the next time you think you know what the victim of domestic violence looks like think again; it may just be the person sitting next to you.

It’s time to tell all the stories, include the entire spectrum of domestic violence in our crusade to make it stop. We need to validate all of those who have suffered in order to shine the light on all who abuse.

Rachel Miller
Awareness Wednesdays

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abuse, domestic violence, Emotional Abuse, Family, Health, mindfulness, Recovery
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  1. My story is like Rachel’s. Married over 10 years. Head butt, four years later backhand, then run over by truck. Traveled the world together, had all hobbies in common, attended church, upper middle class. Both highly educated people. Spouse was a federal agent of the office of inspector general. But, due to the stereo type people (including the jury) thought I had it so good that I should have not “provoked” him to such an action. They didn’t live walking on eggshells each day under his emotional and financial abuse. Great article Rachel. Glad you got free before your ex husband upped the degree of physical abuse any more than what he did.

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  2. My soon to be Ex’s lawyer used to spout in court “It isn’t like he hit her or anything” and my lawyer said nothing. I will never let that remark go without chastising the person who said it ever again.

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  3. TIME FOR CHANGE: An estimated 3 million children witness acts of violence against their mothers each year, and many come to believe that violent behavior is an acceptable way to express anger, frustration, or a will to control. Some researchers believe, in fact that “violence in the family of origin is consistently correlated with the abuse of victimization of an adult.” Thank-you for sharing. Domestic Violence Awareness and Education is essential to help others to understand.

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  4. […] We Don’t All Make the Highlight Reel. ~ Rachel Miller […]

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  5. This is an eye opener, especially: “So the next time you think you know what the victim of domestic violence looks like think again; it may just be the person sitting next to you.”

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  6. It is hard (very hard) to rightfully say it (admit it) to acquaintances and people I just meet, that I “allowed” the abusive treatment that I had no idea how to stop. I believed, also, no black eyes, then no one will believe me or can relate to my pain. There is in the suffering from manipulation and more. And the young kids, so young to see and not understand. Now teens align with the aggressor to ensure their place, or whatever the reason. While we adult women victims can heal our hurting souls when we can safely express and acknowledge what happened to us when we can finally speak with courage. Yes, blessed are the survivors for they shall be validated.

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  7. Excellent article! I couldn’t agree more and very much feel that no matter how well intended, the stereotypical image of ‘the abused woman’ is a disservice. I do not believe it should be used to determine whether or not domestic abuse is occurring or as a gauge to evaluate the impact of living in an abusive environment. Thank you so much to the author and to Paula’s Pointifications for drawing attention to this critical matter.

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