“Both Sides of the Fence!”
It’s been around for centuries before it was even officially coined domestic abuse.
Before it was coined such a thing, abuse of women seemed like it was the norm in some cultures.
When you hear domestic abuse you would automatically think of a woman getting her face beat in or some other type of abuse that could take place.
I’m sorry, I want to let you know that domestic abuse goes both ways.
Thanks to ~Dr.Têi•B~ very eye opening blog. I felt compelled to give my insight on the subject with first hand experience being from both sides of that fence.
1970
The year I was born. My pops just came back from the Vietnam war with one leg.
My mother was married to him and apparently a very submissive woman to tolerate the verbal and physical abuse from him. My first encounter with domestic violence I, a little baby, still can remember segments of it because the loudness, aggressiveness, and the physical beatings part of it. I remember my pops beating my mom when I was around two years old. I remember him yelling a lot, but I can’t remember about what. I remember him trying to drive us off the road in his car. Most of all I remember him trying to drown me when I was a baby; which started my fear of water…
