<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064196584553199545</id><updated>2008-06-03T15:07:10.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Battered: Memories of Domestic Violence</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mspmedia.net/abuse.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064196584553199545/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064196584553199545/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeds.feedburner.com/BeyondBattered'/><author><name>Trula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747934288312884976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064196584553199545.post-618445597909375774</id><published>2008-05-25T15:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:14:17.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='causes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cult similarities'/><title type='text'>More on the Cult Factor</title><content type='html'>In the 16 years that have passed since I left an abusive relationship I have thought on many occasions it was &lt;a href="http://www.mspmedia.net/2007/09/its-like-being-in-cult.html"&gt;like being in a cult&lt;/a&gt;. So I've been doing some research on cults and what causes people to join them and came across &lt;a href="http://www.ideajournal.com/articles.php?id=7"&gt;this paper&lt;/a&gt; written by Fanita English, M.S.W. In it she makes a compelling argument about the type of person who is attracted to cults (battered in an abusive relationship) and the the type of person who would be a cult leader (or batterer in an abusive relationship. The entire paper is an interesting read but many parts of it shook me with the truth of recognition, such as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;persons with thoughts, feelings, and behaviors that lead to the destruction or confinement of body tissue cannot stand awareness because they do not distinguish between feeling and the likelihood of behaving in unacceptable ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has been abused in a relationship knows exactly what this means. It means the abuser cannot or will not tell the difference between whatever bad thing he thinks will happen and what is actually happening or happened. When I was in such a relationship, the man who abused me would often hit me for merely glancing at another male, let alone speaking to one. He would say it was because I was either flirting with them or secretly having an affair with them. Both were things he feared would happen. He feared it so much it became reality in his head. Very crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about me, why would I stay with such a crazy person, how is my craziness explained? Here's how:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It looks as though there is a higher number of persons who continue to operate, even as grown-ups, with the belief, however illusory, that there is a way for them to bask in a paradise run by a Father or Mother figure. They seek to abdicate from the responsibility of sorting the welter of mutually contradictory attitudes and feelings in themselves and others. There remain the unappeased yearnings to "escape from freedom" as described by Fromm in his book by this name. When such persons are offered the opportunity to be led into a haven of relief from anxiety this looks like an offer they can't refuse. At last: no more conflict or concern about one's inability to make difficult decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is very true of my emotional and mental state at the time. I still remember the almost palpable sense of relief I felt at handing over all responsibility for myself to this man. I was a deeply disturbed young woman. You may think, how on earth is living with someone who beats you up a 'haven'? Like I've said before, it didn't start out that way. But when it got bad, another reason I stayed was because I so enmeshed in it, I was actually more afraid to leave. I felt like being out in the world without him, I would be in even more danger from other people.  Is this addressed in the paper? Yes it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The sad thing is that once such a system is established, it feeds on itself and diminishes even the physical ability of oppressed members to move out and evaluate themselves or their community from the outside. Boundaries become more and more rigidly set and impermeable. Outside influence or intervention is feared even by those who suffer under the system, because it is the system that defines their reality and chaos looks like the only alternative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also talked about how growing up in &lt;a href="http://www.mspmedia.net/2007/10/growing-up-with-abuse-craziness.html"&gt;abuse and craziness&lt;/a&gt; had such a negative effect on me and possibly triggered my seeking out an abusive relationship. In her paper English discusses this also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In childhood these people feel forsaken or overpowered in attempts to experience themselves as freestanding creatures and therefore substitute illusions and fantasies for disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a compelling read. If you are being abused and have been in an abusive relationship reading it may help you understand why you chose to be involved in such a relationship. It is a choice, and you can choose otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/a/emailverifySubmit?feedId=1004764&amp;amp;loc=en_US"&gt;Subscribe to Beyond Battered by Email&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog entry written by &lt;a href="http://mspmedia.net/about.html"&gt;Trula Breckenridge&lt;/a&gt;. 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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mspmedia.net/2007/12/what-happens-to-children-who-see.html' title='What Happens To Children Who See Domestic Violence?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeds.feedburner.com/BeyondBattered' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064196584553199545/posts/default/5191351247712420142'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064196584553199545/posts/default/5191351247712420142'/><author><name>Trula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747934288312884976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064196584553199545.post-3356324449430878877</id><published>2007-11-28T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:07:29.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuse stuff on other blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abusers'/><title type='text'>Are You An Abuser?</title><content type='html'>I had a most unpleasant interaction with a man who beat up his fiancee in the comments of &lt;a href="http://www.mspmedia.net/2007/10/gunfighter-domestic-violence-from.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.  My goal with this blog is to understand why I was a willing participant in a sick relationship that nearly took my life. Not to explain the viewpoint of someone who was willing to kill me, as I tried to stress to this man. Still, I believe that though he is still in deep denial about his responsibility in being abusive, I feel he is genuine in his asking for help. Let me make this clear: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If you are an abuser, I cannot help you&lt;/span&gt;. You &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; professional help from a counselor who has training and experience in working with abusers. I do not know why you beat your wife or girlfriend. I do not know what went wrong with you or in your relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only, and I repeat, ONLY advice I have for abusers is to LEAVE the person or people you are abusing alone and immediately seek out advice and help from a professional trained to deal with your emotional problems. Understand, that is not me. I am not an authority on helping abusive men. I am not even an authority on helping abused women. I am an authority on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; life and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; experience within an emotionally and physically violent relationship I left in 1992. I feel women who are currently going through what I did may be helped by this blog, and that is why it is public. But ultimately this blog is a way for me to work through residual trauma and issues I have remaining from that experience. I may choose to answer a few questions, but this blog is not an advice column for abusers or abused and I will not be used that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Some things for you to consider:&lt;br /&gt;    what triggered your abusive feelings?&lt;br /&gt;    what did you feel the first time you hit her?&lt;br /&gt;    why did you continue to hit her?&lt;br /&gt;    how did you rationalize this to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Read this book Controlling People: How to Recognize, Understand, and Deal With People Who Try to Control You by Patrica Evans. It's linked on my blog side panel, you can get it from Amazon or check if your local library has it. In the book she explains in detail why some men become abusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Also read the FAQS on her site for abuse, it may shed some light on your behavior for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.verbalabuse.com/faq.shtml"&gt;http://www.verbalabuse.com/faq.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an abuser I think you would do well to get some therapy for your emotional problems so that you don't repeat this behavior in a future relationship. You don't have to act out your problems on other people; you don't have to be crazy. You have a choice. Therapy really helped me to understand why I sought out abusive situations. It might really help you to understand why you seek to abuse. In the United States some cities offer support groups and free or low-cost counseling for abusers that are available on a volunteer basis. By that I mean you can voluntarily sign up; you don't have to be ordered to by a court or admit to abusing anyone in order to get these services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/a/emailverifySubmit?feedId=1004764&amp;amp;loc=en_US"&gt;Subscribe to Beyond Battered by Email&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mspmedia.net/2007/11/are-you-abuser.html' title='Are You An Abuser?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6064196584553199545&amp;postID=3356324449430878877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeds.feedburner.com/BeyondBattered' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064196584553199545/posts/default/3356324449430878877'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064196584553199545/posts/default/3356324449430878877'/><author><name>Trula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15747934288312884976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064196584553199545.post-2661566706102842750</id><published>2007-11-26T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:09:03.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuck in crisis mode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victimhood'/><title type='text'>Addicted to Toxicity</title><content type='html'>When I think back on the abusive relationship I was in, I wonder at how addicted we were to the sickness that permeated out relationship. I often claimed to fear him and hate him and want to get away from him. He often claimed to hate me and want to kill me; it was like I was a roach he wanted to stomp flat. Yet and still when others suggested that we separate and leave each other alone we each responded as if they were crazy and wanted to tear us apart; we would become hysterical and melodramatic about how 'in love' we were and how we couldn't live without the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were toxic together, and so emotionally ill neither of us could see it. I know I couldn't see it. I felt I had no responsibility at all for the relationship. If I thought about it at all I felt I was a helpless victim. When the violence got bad enough to break through the fog I was living in I felt so passive and helpless, it was like, What's the point of leaving? He's just going to follow me and kill me and our daughter. If I stay, I am keeping her safe. You may wonder how I could have thought I was keeping her safe given that this man did things like hold me upside down hanging outside a window from three flights up and tying me and threatening me with a hatchet in front of her. In my head he was like an act of nature; a hurricane, or flood or earthquake that would do much worse if I dared to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the 'good' times of non-violence. One day he'd be knocking me down and the next we'd cook a nice meal together and laugh and joke like a normal couple. Crazy! At times like these I convinced myself that we could make it work and that he was finally done with being abusive. Sometimes during a period such as this he would be in an expansive mood and allow me to use the phone or go see my family or friends.  I would call them up or go see them and wonder why all they ever wanted to talk about was me leaving him. I would tell them he had changed, everything was all right now. And at the time I sincerely believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/a/emailverifySubmit?feedId=1004764&amp;amp;loc=en_US"&gt;Subscribe to Beyond Battered by Email&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I was interested in the show because I have 4 siblings who suffer from mental illness, 2 of whom attacked and almost killed me and some of my younger siblings when I was growing up. One of my older sisters tried to kill me when I was eight years old, and one of my brothers repeatedly attacked us and threatened to kill the entire family. He would do things like come into our rooms at night and stand over us with knives, and constantly threatened to burn the house down. This brother frightened me so much, I was so afraid of him still as an adult that I refused to go to his funeral when he died in 1997. I told my parents that because I was pregnant at the time I couldn't travel, but in truth I was terrified to go, even though we could have driven there. I don't know what I thought would happen; maybe I thought he'd get me through the casket or he had arranged for someone to come shoot us all at the funeral. That was the kind of thing he would say and he harbored such intense hatred toward us, I believed he would do something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hear what kind of advice Dr. Phil gave these parents, especially about their responsibilities toward their other children. One of the children profiled on the show in particular reminded me of my brother. This child tried to poison his brother and sisters and step-mother. They were all hospitalized. Not once, but twice this happened. Currently the child is in a juvenile detention home after being in a mental health facility the first time. Do you know the parents are actually contemplating bringing this homicidal child home??? I wanted to reach through the television and shake some sense into them. It was like they had no idea what kind of damage they would do to their other children bringing someone who tried to kill them back into the home. Don't those kids deserve to feel safe? To be safe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mom especially reminded me of my mother...she seemed so confused and unable to stand up and protect her other children from this crazy boy. To this day my mother tries to act like she really thought she was making the right decision and just trying to 'keep the family' together. I might believe that IF my mother did not have the education and training she does. My mother has a bachelor's degree in sociology with a minor in psychology, and a master's degree in social work. She did over 3 years of field work with disturbed kids before she even had any children of her own and worked in social work throughout my childhood, so she &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; from jump what was likely to happen when you bring a disturbed child into the home or back into the home after they have acted out so aggressively against other children. She knew that it is highly likely they will act out on the other children in the home. I feel that my mother loves me, but part of me feels she intentionally set me and my younger brothers and sisters up to get hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I learned about my mother's early childhood the more this makes sense because she experienced severe illness as a child, parental abandonment (my grandfather rarely saw his kids after he and my grandmother divorced and my grandmother left for a few years to attend graduate school when my mother was just a toddler), paralyzing racism, lack of affection and harsh physical discipline from my great-grandparents. Maybe she was subconsciously trying to repeat her own childhood chaos onto her own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is not exempt from this. He has always maintained that he didn't want any of my crazy siblings to come back into our house, but he still let them back in, to hurt us again and again. Finally he put his foot down after my brother threatened my mother with a butcher knife (another kid on the show actually stabbed his step-mother several times with a butcher knife). My brother remained in a mental facility until his early twenties. When he was released he left to live in the same city his mother lived in, and I only saw him once after that. He looked me up and down lewdly and stared at me with contempt and hatred. I refused to speak to him for the rest of the visit and never saw him again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in an abusive relationship I didn't think that the craziness and chaotic environment I grew up in had anything at all to do with me being in that situation. I honestly believed that I 'just happened' to fall in love with someone who had severe mental issues, I 'just happened' to leave my parents chaotic home only to find myself  living in another chaotic home where I was abused and lived in fear. I felt like it was just chance, just a coincidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is crystal clear to me now that I was just trying to repeat the crazy environment of fear that I grew up in. I was so damaged by that fear...you have no idea. I felt so confused growing up. I didn't understand when I was a child why my parents wouldn't protect me. It made me feel worthless and like I was garbage. Like I was nothing. Why else would you allow someone who seriously tried to kill your child back into your home? But on the other hand my parents, especially my mom, would say that they loved me and that I was special. It is so clear to me now why living with the man who abused me felt right at the time. Someone scaring me, hurting me, telling me I was worthless, telling me they were going to kill me, but then turning around and saying that they loved me more than anything...why, it felt like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently my brothers and sisters and I, us younger siblings affected the most by the insanity that wrecked my family, have all had turbulent young adulthoods and a difficult time managing life. After I left the abusive relationship at age 20, I struggled and struggled until I was around 25. I didn't really begin to feel a strong sense of emotional stability until I was 30 years old. Now I am 35 and just in the past year felt truly strong enough to understand the complexities of my childhood and how that trauma has had a ripple effect on my life. One of my brothers is an alcoholic who has been unable to live on his own for many years now. One of my sisters has gone back to an abusive relationship. Two of my sisters suffer from severe social anxiety;  one to the point where she can barely talk, she speaks in a near whisper and seems afraid of everyone in the family. The other can talk just fine to family members but she freezes up when trying to talk to strangers and has difficulty with getting and keeping a job. She has never lived on her own and lives with our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now all in our 30s and I don't see these siblings trying to acknowledge their issues or get better...they don't even seem to want to live a normal, healthy life. I understand I can't do anything about how they choose to live...I just feel a great sense of sadness and loss at their potential. If you could have seen them! Any of us when we were small children before all the craziness happened, you would have seen we could have done anything any of us set our minds to as adults. And I worry what's going to happen to them when our parents are gone. They have all been angered and hurt by my refusal to play into or listen to their drama/victim/crisis mode lifestyles, so most are not speaking to me. Worse still, most of my siblings don't even speak to each other regularly. We all talk to our parents but that's about it. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So much for keeping the family together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the show...basically Dr. Phil told them they would be putting themselves and their other children in harm's way by bringing the severely disturbed children back into the home. He offered them help and treatment options, and both families took it. 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I am always stunned and surprised by this question, because living in the situation is already causing extreme damage and havoc to the children, right, but then I remember how I felt when I was living like this. At one time I honestly felt it would wreck my daughter's life to have her parents live apart...more so than seeing me spit on, knocked down, slapped, pushed around, sat on, kicked, etc. Yes, she saw him do  all that, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in this situation I don't want to discourage you from emailing me but I am not sure what to tell you, I'm so sorry. I can tell you how I left, &lt;a href="http://www.mspmedia.net/2007/08/escaping-abuse.html"&gt;you can read it on the blog&lt;/a&gt;, but that may not be what's least dramatic for you. Please consider that keeping your child in an abusive situation because of the potential drama of leaving is setting up the very drama you wish to avoid. An abusive family life is never good for a child. Control and abuse is never good for a child to witness. Leaving is going to be dramatic no matter how you do it but it will create a better life for your child, so don't worry about the drama of leaving because that is just temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can do to cut down on the drama is to make sure you have important documents like birth certificates and stuff so that you have no reason or excuse to go back for anything. If you do forget something or have to leave something, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;then just forget it&lt;/span&gt;. Going back will only suck you back into the relationship. Remember important documents can be replaced. Another thing you can do is seek shelter from people who are prepared to help and protect you. Running to a relative's or friend's house may put them on the spot and it may put their lives in danger as they may not be in a situation to protect you and your children. 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This is because the authentic-self is undeveloped or has been cast away in order to play a certain role in the family that is for the family’s benefit. Self-hood is lost and replaced by a shell of a person that is manipulated and who manipulates in turn, engaging in a dance that allows a false sense of order, purpose and identity among the dancers. In reality, the end result is nothing short of chaos, and without a clear understanding of how the Drama Triangle works, attempting to escape the snare may be an almost futile effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thememoryartist.wordpress.com/2007/07/16/the-drama-triangle/"&gt;Read full blog entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is very interesting and certainly applies to me and my family. 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Another brave brother has agreed to wade into the fray. This week's post is courtesy of Gunfighter. Here's a snippet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of raw numbers, I am going to talk about DV from a personal viewpoint. You see, I know a wee bit about the subject. I witnessed it as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was a wife-beater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An early memory for five year old Gunfighter was my father coming home after working the late shift at Hamilton Air Force Base, California, and getting into an argument with my mother. I have no idea what it was all about, but I remember the shouting turning into screams. Screams coming from my mother, punctuated by the fist-on-flesh thwacking sound that no child should ever hear coming from his own mother's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After scooping my older sister from her bed, my mother ran into the bedroom that I shared with my brother, herded us into our car and drove off into the night. We drove around for a few hours, finally parking on the side of the road, somewhere in Marin County. I am certain that sometime that night, I must have slept, but I remember being awake, as the new day was dawning, and seeing my mother just staring blankly out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1968, my mother was 29 years old... and she had nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet you know what we did next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed "you-waited-until-your-dad-went-to-work-and-then-you-went-back-home", you're right, now, go get yourself a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life changed that night. That night put me on the road that I travel today... the road that leads to responsible fatherhood. The road that leads to marital respect, the road that leads to being a true man. Yes, a true man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That beating wasn't the only one my mother ever got from my father... but it was the worst, and the last. 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I am so hurt over this. It's one thing to talk about what happened to me, I'm re-hashing it over the distance of 15 years. It's all fine and dandy to post advice on the blog and via email to strangers that ask me questions. It's another thing when it's your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sister but I am unable to watch her self-destruction. She is so talented and smart and beautiful...whatever good you think about me, know that my sister is ten times that. She is a gem of a person and this man uses her and treats her like some plastic bauble you get out of a gum machine and throw away. Why doesn't she feel that she is worth so much more than that? Why doesn't she understand that there are men in the world who will treat her with respect, speak to her with kindness, and never threaten her or mistreat her? Why doesn't she see this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is this ever going to stop for my family? It wasn't just me who experienced this and it's not just her. We have an older sister who was married to a physically abusive man for nearly 20 years, an aunt who divorced her husband because he was an alcoholic who beat her frequently, and several cousins on both sides of our family who have experienced verbal and physical relationship abuse in varying degrees. What happened with the women in my family? Why does this keep happening? My sister can be and do anything she wants, but she is choosing to go through the same pain and drama she saw her older sisters and other women in her family go through. I feel grief and guilt for my part in modeling this kind of relationship to her. I know that I did not cause her to choose this but I do know that as her older sister she looked up to me and learned from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that when you choose to be abused, younger people close to you are watching you and seeing how you live your life. 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She drowned them allegedly out of frustration with their father. The two of them were involved in an abusive relationship. This has bought up so many painful memories for me...I know the pain and desperation this young mother felt. I am not saying she was right or had no other option, but I know the despair and confusion she felt to do such a horrific thing. I feel so deeply for the father as well, because even though I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; the kinds of things he must have said to her including threatening to take their kids from her, I saw this man cry from the bottom of his soul on the news and I feel he loved his children deeply. Two children are DEAD and the lives of their parents are irreparably ruined because neither had the presence of mind to leave the other alone and walk away from a sick and destructive relationship. I wrote about this in my previous post but here is more news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEVELAND -- Court records show a Cleveland woman now accused of drowning her two children, was a victim of domestic abuse. Amber Hill remains in jail after police say she drowned her two little girls inside an apartment on Cleveland's east side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Court records in Cleveland and Bedford indicate the children's father, Jaime Citron attacked Hill on two separate occasions. In January of 2004, Hill told Warrensville Heights Police Citron jumped on her and grabbed her by the neck. The report says Citron was so angry he punched himself in the face several times. He was later found guilty of domestic violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May of 2006, court records show Citron picked up a hammer and smashed a television screen. The report also says he grabbed her by the neck and shoved her. In an interview with Fox 8 Tuesday, Citron admitted he wasn't always a sensible person. But he says since the abuse convictions, he's been working to change his attitude and his abusive ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We had just got back together like a month and a half ago. Being apart six months was really hard for me," said Cintron. Monday the two most important people in his life, his two daughters, were found floating in a bath tub and the accused killer is a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citron says he wants to know why she did it. 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Two little girls are dead as a result of a violent relationship between their parents. Sisters Cesess Hill, age 2, and Janell Cintron, age 4, were found submerged in a bathtub yesterday. Their mother, Amber Hill, is the suspect. Their father, Jamie Cintron, was at work when they were drowned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the news where they interviwed Amber Hill's grandmother. She said that the relationship was an abusive one (and there are 2 documented cases of abuse according to the news) and that Amber would often come stay with her when it got too much for her to deal with. But she went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now those children are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to their families. I lit candles for their souls and I know those two innocents will go on. 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The Plain Dealer has been doing a series of stories about this young woman and what happened to her, including the first of her many surgeries and the trial of the attacker. I have been following these stories with much interest because as you may know, I was in an abusive relationship when I was Johanna's age. I was threatened with being shot, stabbed, buried alive, hung, axed, and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could have happened to me. This could have been me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read Johanna's story on the Plain Dealer website here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cleveland.com/johanna"&gt;http://www.cleveland.com/johanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I should warn you, it includes some &lt;b&gt;graphic photos&lt;/b&gt; of her face, surgery, and recovery. But there are some wonderful photos that show how this incredible young lady has not let this destroy her. I was as proud of her graduating high school this past June as I was of my own daughter. And if you ever feel jaded and cynical about today's teens, view the pics of her prom. Her classmates visited her in the hospital, helped her stay caught up on school work, encouraged her to go to prom and elected her prom queen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her story will inspire you...if you are involved in a relationship like this, I hope it inspires you to get help and to LEAVE. Especially if your relationship is not at the level of rape and extreme physical violence. It never gets any better, it only gets worse so if you are being 'just a little' abused, get out now. If you are not being abused or have left an abusive situation, I hope her story inspires you to appreciate your life and all that you have. This girl is moving forward with grace, dignity, and happiness. 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But when I was in it, I had a totally different spin on things. I can't describe it other to say that it is like being brainwashed or hypnotized or something, like being in a cult, but if you've never had the misfortune of being in that sort of situation you still wouldn't know what it feels like or understand it. Depending on your age you may remember the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonestown"&gt;Jonestown tragedy&lt;/a&gt;, and like most you probably wonder how so many people were coerced into murdering children and then killing themselves. When they &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; gave up control of themselves and their lives to the cult leader they began the process that ended with their deaths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with an abusive person is just like that. They don't start out trying to kill you or kicking you down the stairs or spitting in your face...it's a mind-control process that starts like a snowball rolling down hill, starting with just a little and then picking up more and more steam until you look up and you're smashed by an avalanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all I have to say about it right now. 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I don't think I have the inner strength and mental stability that most women have. Part of the reason I stayed with the man who abused me was because I was not strong. I was so afraid of the world, of making decisions, of trying, of being responsible for myself and my actions. Since he controlled everything I did, then nothing that went wrong was my fault, you see? In a way it was a relief, to hand over control of my life to this man. I don't know if it was because of all the stuff prior to him that happened to me, I don't know if it was just because I was too young to be involved in an intense sexual relationship, or what, but when it was happening at first I felt a tremendous sense of relief at having found someone who would buffer me and protect me from the world. As long as I did what he said everything would be ok and I'd be safe...some where along the line I realized that no matter what I did he would find an excuse to hit me. But before that happened, I tried so hard! to do everything exactly the way he wanted me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still struggle with feelings of weakness and inadequacy but I know now that I don't have to be strong to be an adult, that the way I feel sometimes is normal. Everyone gets scared and feels overwhelmed by all that having adult responsibilities entails. And part of being an adult means being resilient, being able to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be strong to leave. You can do this! I know it is hard and can seem so very overwhelming. But you can do it, even when you don't feel strong. You don't need strength to do this, truthfully if I had waited to be strong I would probably still be stuck. You just need to make an action plan and follow it through. 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