The Hope For Healing blogathon was harder than I thought…
I thought I could, by dedicating a day to the subject of domestic violence, finally be personal about my own experiences, but that was not the case.
At first I thought it was because the world, my life, wouldn’t stop for me for 24 hours (despite scheduling the date, family came in from out of town and visiting to-dos could not be put off); it may have made it more challenging, but the real reason is that domestic violence is a very personal & emotional issue for me.
Every time I begin to tell/type my story (or parts of it), I hear the heckling from the jerks — you know the ones, the ones who belittle and devalue your statements because they are anecdotal, not statistical — and they belittle & devalue you right along with their “complaints” of non-data to support yourself.
I know these are the same people who call you a “fat ugly hag” because you dare to use facts to stand up for your rights, that these people just plain refuse to listen, let alone hear, and so I should easily dismiss their crude, hurtful statements as the weak defensive posturing (& refusal to become educated) that it is. As a feminist I’m used to these jerks. Most of the time I don’t mind them. But confessing painful truths while knowing how you’ll be attacked for it is far more difficult than intellectual debating or education dissemination.
Truth be told, it’s not easy to say the things I want to say anyway, but knowing what will be said…
I want to be braver than this. I hope I will one day.
I could view my inability to meet my own objective during those 24 blogathon hours as a failure — but I don’t.
What I’ve learned from this experience is vital to my own growth and healing.
No, I’m not fully healed from this — if one ever fully heals from domestic violence — and accepting that is part of the process.
Realizing yet another place I’m stuck at is disheartening, but one needs to see the problem for what it is in order to solve it. And so realizing just how held back I am from telling my story, using my voice, helps me see the issue for what it is — a fear of judgment, of victim blaming, of retaliation…
But if I want to move on, if I want to assist other victims, and prevent others from being victimized, I will need to address this all. And sooner is better than later.