Types of Abuse

Let me to me share my story to save someone else’s life as I listen to one my audible books and listen the character in the book tell her story on how her professional NBA boyfriend abuses her from the beginning. It made tears come down my eyes because weather you are a female or male ABUSE IS NOT RIGHT FOR ANYONE. I am a survivor, her I am 38 years later abuse is such a underline and dirty word for those that are in the tsunami.

The above image depicts all the types of abuse one can incur in a lifetime, it said that one human can inflict so much pain and shame on another individual to the point the one that is the victim wants to either curl up in a corner and die, commit murder, or they commit suicude.

My abuse was physical,psychological and emotional but after four years of living in my own purgatory that I stayed in because I wanted my child to have the old cliche “the complete family unit” daddy and mommy in the same household. Why? Because I grew with a single parent my mother who raised six children on her own and the person that help me get here whom never wanted me. Therefore growing up I was literally looking for love in all the wrong places and in too many faces, so when my husband at that time came home and started putting his hands on me or using verbal abuse and humilation to control, I took it because I thought that my love for us, for him was strong enough that he would see that the person that he was trying not become did not have to show up. (he was physically, verbally, psychology abused as child as well)

I did not have a support group or even family to help me get away from that life. My brother’s were abuser’s of their wives and girlfriends as well, they cheered my husband on to continue to abuse me and keep me in line. However even though I was getting beat, I fought back and I refused to just lie down and die. So the determining factor that made me say enough is enough was the day he came home and it was a bad day I guess, snatched my nine month old baby out my lap threw her to the floor(thank God I keep these big fluffy pillows on the floor when played, so she hit the pillows) to get to me to beat me because he had bad day or someone made him mad at work. That is when my decision to leave and not look back and that is what I did.

My ending is what like 1 in 50? Because I know that is you are reading this post that may not be your story, your way out be not the way you can get or you have lost a love one to abuse of ANY KIND of abuse. Please know that you have help and you can escape your own consistent purgatory.

Please let me know and I will give you the safe word in private.