Well, it is getting to be that time of year again when people will start wearing their “purple ribbon” for Domestic Violence Awareness. The month for this is October, although we should be aware of this all of the time, not only in October. I will add though I am happy that this is being recognized, for way to long , “back in the day” some would say, this type of behavior was dismissed and the abusers got away with (in my own opinion) too much abuse! (Once is too much for me!)
Most often when you read or hear of cases of domestic violence the first thing that comes to mind is physical abuse, in many cases I am sure this is, but in some however this is not the case. Domestic violence takes many forms, and if you were to ask me one of the ugliest forms is “emotional / mental abuse”.
I am not a professional in this field by any means, and it is not my intent to give anyone advice. I can, and will however, share with you something I have kept private for sometime now, but do feel it is the right time to share, my experience with domestic violence. I truly believe if my story can help make a difference in one persons life, then it is worth sharing.
I have been through domestic violence; of course the abuser would never call it this as he thought different. My abuser did more emotional / mental abuse than physical, however, there was some physical. For years I stayed with my abuser thinking that life was not much better on my own, how was I going to make ends meet, how would I support my children and myself, how would I live?!
Of course the domestic violence didn't happen over night, it happened over a course of a few years, gradually…very gradually. First it started with those little comments “oh don’t be stupid” or “That was dumb of you”, then gradually it got worse. “You don’t know anything”...”What did you do all day sit on your fat ass”…”No one cares what you say” It got to the point over the years that I had no self esteem left. I felt terrible about myself, what would one expect after years of being called “stupid, dumb, idiot, useless”. These words hurt; they hurt worse than the shove in the wall or the slap in the head. They hurt worse than the lies.
Words are very powerful and this is how my abuser took control of me. He took control of the way I thought, he took control of the way I acted, and he took control of my health. By staying in the “unhealthy” relationship took a toll on my physical well being. I started getting anxiety attacks, almost every day I would have an anxiety attack, the heart palpitations came and only got worse, and eventually I was put on heart medication just to control them. I would go to the emergency room in the beginning because at first I thought I was having heart attacks and nervous breakdowns and I wasn’t, it was all anxiety from everything that I was going through over the years of being in an abusive relationship. On one of my last visits to the ER the doctor told me I needed to examine my life and find the source of what was causing the anxiety. I knew the source, and I think the doctor did too, although he could never tell me what the source was, I knew he knew. That’s what I did, I went home and confronted the source and was told that I was a “liar”.
The home life didn't’t get any better after that. I had now begun to “hate” my abuser. I hated everything about him and wanted nothing to do with him. I was sick of being called the names and sick of being tormented and sick of being afraid to go out by myself and I was sick of staying in a very unhealthy relationship for the sake of my children. This was not the way it was supposed to be! I was supposed to be the best mom ever and I couldn't’t be because I was a worthless piece of trash that didn't deserve the time of day, to anyone! Yes, this is how I felt; this is what I was conditioned to feel over the years. See, my abuser took complete control of my life. I lost all control. My abuser made me believe I couldn't’t leave that I would never be able to make it without him. Until one day.
I don’t think a person would ever believe that being hit is a good thing, but on this one day I did. That was it for me. I was hit and shoved around and as I like to say “ this was the first day of the last day.” It was my turning point!
To conclude this story I will say this. When I freed myself from my abuser it was the best feeling in the world. My anxiety attacks eventually ceased and I went off the heart medication. I am not going to say that it was easy, because it wasn’t. I struggled for years to make ends meet, but you know what? I did it, and I did it without my abuser. He said I couldn't but I did, and even though it was a struggle financially through some years, emotionally they were the best years because I was now free! Free from the control and fear. I gradually started getting my confidence back, it took a while but I did it. And might I add at the time my children thought it was the worst thing in the world to not be living with both Mom and Dad, but they adjusted and are healthier for it.
See, children learn what they live and if I would have kept them in that environment, I fear they would have learned to do what I was living. And that is NOT OKAY!
Not one person male or female should ever have to live in an unhealthy relationship. A person who loves you wouldn't call you stupid or demean you any chance they had. They wouldn't hit you and they wouldn't make you afraid to live life. They wouldn't control you! And yes, you can live without them! Just ask me...i 'll tell you!
If you are being abused please seek help. Call your local police, tell your doctor, tell a friend. There is help out there...no one deserves to be abused!
SYDNEY, Australia -- A pre-mature baby declared dead by doctors miraculously began breathing hours later while being held in the mother's arms.
Baby Jamie Ogg was delivered nearly three months early showing no signs of life at a hospital in Sydney.
After 20 minutes of trying to revive Jamie, doctors said he was dead.
Jamie was handed over to the mother, Kate Ogg, who placed him on her chest so that her husband David and she could say their final goodbyes.
After two hours of being hugged and spoken to by the parents, baby Jamie began to gasp for air.
Doctors originally dismissed the gasp as a "reflex" but Jamie eventually opened his eyes and started moving his head side to side.
It is thought that the warmth of Mrs. Ogg's body acted like an incubator to keep the baby warm and stimulated
Updated: Friday, 13 Aug 2010, 11:19 AM EDT
Published : Friday, 13 Aug 2010, 11:14 AM EDT
South Windsor, Conn. (WTNH) - A Wethersfield woman is facing charges after she handed a bank teller an envelope containing cocaine.
It happened at Rockville Bank in South Windsor Thursday afternoon.
Kendl Murphy, 43, pulled up to the drive-up teller and handed over a deposit envelope that contained a small bag with white powder. Bank staff asked Murphy to wait for her transaction to be completed and called police.
A field test of the substance revealed that it was cocaine.
Murphy has been charged with possession and possession within 1,500 feet of a school or daycare. She was later released on a $1,000 bond.
