Teen dating stories
[…] When a person is experiencing any type of abuse the only thing they can do in the moment is do their best to survive another day. The beatings were normal, life with him hiding and watching was normal.
No person in their right mind wakes up one day and says my dream in life is to be abused. I stayed because I was full of shame and embarrassment. I accepted this was my life and I was simply waiting to die.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be the girl to end up in an abusive relationship, especially because I did not grow up in an abusive home.[…] I had no reason to believe he would ever intentionally hurt me because he loved me, right? The shape of his eyes changed and he stared through me like a beast marking his territory. “I hope you understand you just slapped me,” were the only words I could murmur. I’m sure the whole incident was less than a minute long, but I felt like I’d been standing there for hours when my mouth finally moved. I washed my face with cold water trying to rid the imprint of his huge, calloused hand off my face. I closed the door to my bedroom and slept for as long as I could. I didn’t wake up the next day and resign myself to a life of abuse.Well, not until the first time I saw and experienced the other side of him. I didn’t say to myself, “I love him and if I have to live with a slap here and there, so be it.” I woke up feeling sorry for him, telling myself he didn’t mean to do it.Which is the stigma that accompanies abuse; we are expected to come from a broken home or be abused as a child. Never once in those first six to nine months when we were dating did I ever think our love story would have had anything but a happy ending. He grew up without a father and his mother was not the most nurturing, loving, attentive woman to her son. Inconspicuously, I opened the door and walked straight to the bathroom and locked myself in.
But I am here to tell you abuse can happen to anyone, at anytime, anywhere in the world. He needed me to be the loving, caring woman in his life, and I happily accepted the role. It was like I knew for sure there was no way this moment was possibly happening in my world. His solid five-foot nine-inch frame towered over me, barely five feet tall, waiting for me to move, hoping I’d react so he could do it again. My mind was racing and I was terrified of my parents finding out what just occurred outside the door. I just looked at myself in the mirror and tried to understand what just happened between us. Every good memory, every kiss, was wiped away with one swift slap.
Some things we can do to eliminate teen dating violence include: • Be a role model.