Post by Jerhomer on Jan 25, 2014 6:08:17 GMT
I am not sure what I am doing here. First of all, let me briefly introduce myself. I am a 42 year old male. I am a victim of domestic abuse, both physical and mental.
It has taken me a long time to get this far and to say that, but there it is. I am a victim of abuse. I have long denied it to myself and others.
My body is covered with scars from this abuse. I have lied to friends and work colleagues. I guess they must think I am accident prone. I have had to seek medical help several times. Each time I lied in the hospital, telling them that I fell, banged my head etc. Each time I sought a different emergency room. As I look betweem the thumb and forefinger of my left arm, I have a constant reminder. A long scar caused by defending my head from a quickly approaching carving knife. That took a lot of stitches and the story I concocted was that I was opening a box with a box cutter and the blade slipped.
I am a school teacher and the lie had to be taken into my classroom as my students, of course, inquired what had happened.
For the first time, last night, I hit back. I then left the house, as she tried everything to stop me. My keys went into next door. I walked down the road with my computer, the clothes I was wearing and no shoes. As i got in the taxi, I could see her running trying to catch up.
Ironically, it was to her family I went to stay for the night. I am in work now, still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
We have 3 young children.
I have no idea what to do now.
It has taken me a long time to get this far and to say that, but there it is. I am a victim of abuse. I have long denied it to myself and others.
My body is covered with scars from this abuse. I have lied to friends and work colleagues. I guess they must think I am accident prone. I have had to seek medical help several times. Each time I lied in the hospital, telling them that I fell, banged my head etc. Each time I sought a different emergency room. As I look betweem the thumb and forefinger of my left arm, I have a constant reminder. A long scar caused by defending my head from a quickly approaching carving knife. That took a lot of stitches and the story I concocted was that I was opening a box with a box cutter and the blade slipped.
I am a school teacher and the lie had to be taken into my classroom as my students, of course, inquired what had happened.
For the first time, last night, I hit back. I then left the house, as she tried everything to stop me. My keys went into next door. I walked down the road with my computer, the clothes I was wearing and no shoes. As i got in the taxi, I could see her running trying to catch up.
Ironically, it was to her family I went to stay for the night. I am in work now, still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
We have 3 young children.
I have no idea what to do now.