And this is why very often, victims are reluctant to reveal that they are being abused.
What is it going to take? A hundred more deaths? A thousand? A million?
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Mummy, Mummy…
This was my little boy Max on Friday just before I rushed him to A&E/ ER.
He was throwing up for an hour before I managed to get him out of the house – but not before dressing him and him being sick all over his clothes and coat, so I had to change him again.
However, on the morning of Friday 26th December, I noticed he was struggling to smile. (Although he was sick, he still tried! ❤ ).
My baby was barely moving. His lips had a hint of blue to them.
I burst into tears. He faintly said “mummy, mummy…”, reaching out to me to give me a cuddle, to cheer me up.
According to the doctor, he had been sick for a week. Something I did not notice, as he was his usual, cheerful self, running around like crazy. He was eating, drinking water and juice ~ everything seemed normal. How was I to know? It was so upsetting not to be able to realise what was going on, but there were no signs. This day was the worst of it, and I was told he should be well in no time.
It was airborne. I wish people would cover their frigging mouths when coughing and sneezing. This is the sort of shit that happens when they don’t. This is why I let it rip to those whom I catch spreading their germs.
Should he ‘pass’ or throw up again I was given Dioralyte to add to 200ml of water, which replaces body fluids and salts lost during illness. Max hates it and refuses to drink it, adding a very firm “No” to throwing the cup away.
Needless to say, he has me running around after him again, telling me off if he thinks I’m not doing something the way he thinks it should be done.
I am so relieved he is well again.
My sweet little angel. ❤
According To Statistics
“Nine women are shot dead every week by their husband or intimate partner.”
I believe after all the abuse I endured, that I would have been one of these women had my (ex) husband owned a gun. I mean, he did try to strangle and suffocate me with a pillow on numerous occasions – during and after my pregnancy.
The number is probably higher than nine, but even if that figure was one, it is still one too many.
I’m not sure what can be done to stop this madness (Domestic Abuse/Violence as a whole), but I know this; I will continue to spread awareness and fight the fight.
Loved to Death – 48 Hours Episode – Fatal Teen Dating Violence
“Boys and men can step up together with girls and women and veto violence” ~ Lauren Astley’s father.
Teen dating violence is very real and has the same devastating impacts domestic violence has on older victims. Have you never heard the term “breakup violence?” Watch the 48 Hours episode “Loved to Death.” It details the progression of abuse endured by Lauren Astley at her boyfriend Nathaniel Fujita’s hands. She lost her life stopping by to check up on him after their breakup, and her mother admits that of all the things all parents think to talk to their children about, breakup violence was not one of them. So many stories, including Lauren’s, serve as urgent evidence of the fact that it is imperative this subject be talked about openly with your children.
Directly below is the link to the CBS News site where the episode in full is posted. In addition, there are several segments included that talk about the change in Nathaniel’s behavior, friends’ take on their relationship…
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Every Picture Tells A Story [48 Hours Episode] – Why I am Thinking Of Finally Pressing Charges
This episode makes me glad that I reported my abuser two months after leaving him (which I was not going to do), because now, if he does it to someone else and they come forward, my traumatic experiences are on record. I certainly would have been murdered if I had stayed any longer.
It also just goes to show that anyone can unfortunately, be drawn into Domestic Abuse/Violence.
“How did a woman like Cathy, a strong woman with friends, family and money end up a victim of Domestic Violence?” ~ Narrator
It is one regret I cannot extricate myself from. The longer I am away from my ex, the more I wish I had the emotional strength 22 months ago to have him charged with assault. My belief that I did not have an avenue available to me to safely report the last assault he committed against me for fear of retaliation because I knew the drug agencies he worked for would help him again has not changed. On paper, this is wrong. On paper, they should take reports seriously and keep the claimant safe, not protect the accused because he does conscientious informant work. On paper, in the laws, I have a vehicle to report the crimes committed against me and an expectation I will be reasonably safe doing so. Sometimes, in real life, however, this is not really the case. Sometimes the integrity of those involved is not consistent…
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