Trigger warning: This post deals with domestic violence and may be distressing for some readers.
I have never thought of myself as a victim, I think of myself as a survivor.
The issue of domestic violence is one that is ever-present in the media, and recently it seems there has been an endless stream of stories, many ending in tragedy like Melbourne woman Fiona Warzywoda, who was allegedly stabbed to death by her de facto husband in broad daylight on a Victorian street.
This is an issue that needs to be talked about openly so that community awareness is heightened, attitudes are changed and victims feel more able to come forward and ask for help.
What I have found even more disturbing than the number of cases that are being brought to the public’s attention is the attitude of some people — who either blame the victim, or believe it’s as easy as walking out the door to get away.
If only it were as simple as walking away.
People need to realise that when you begin a relationship with someone who is violent, they don’t just hit you straight away. It’s a slow process of alienating you from the people in your life and destroying you emotionally before they ever lay a hand on you.
Essentially, you are groomed for what will eventually happen.
When I was younger and the issue of domestic violence came up, I too would say ‘if a man ever laid a hand on me, I would be out that door so quickly’.