Commentary

November 4, 2016
 

I was abused, why I ignored it

by 931st Air Refueling Wing Public Affairs
McConnell Air Force Base, Kan.

“I swear I would never have hit anyone, but her …”

As I sat in a couple’s therapist’s office, my husband spoke the words that would one day become his mantra. Statements were often preceded with, “I’ve never hit anyone,” or “This wouldn’t have happened if you had just …”

This was my life for more than two years. We had known each other since 2010.The abuse didn’t start until a year after marrying in 2012, after I confronted him about an infidelity. Looking back on that first incident, at the time I thought it was my fault. He had told me he wanted to leave, stay with a friend that night, but I thought we should talk it out. My insistence on discussion led to him to pin me down by my throat. He stopped because I briefly lost consciousness. Episodes like this continued sporadically. Because the abuse was not consistent, I believed I wasn’t really being abused.

The next morning, as I traced my fingers over the thick bruises on my neck and arms, my husband apologized, but told me to get counseling for my issues that led him to infidelity. At the time, I thought the events of the night before were a fluke. He had never laid a hand on me in the three years I had known him, and as crazy as it sounds, it seemed like he had a valid point about my “issues.” I had separated from active-duty Air Force a few months prior, and though I was still in the Reserve, my confidence was rattled when I was unable to find a full-time job that matched the pride and stability my active-duty job had given me.

I listened to him. I would get counseling, but only if he agreed to attend couples counseling. He agreed, and even told the couples counselor about the “incident.”

For a while, we were back to normal and seemed to be coping with our issues, until four months later when we were out with friends. I made the “mistake” of mentioning how upset I still was over his infidelity, as well as other acts of adultery I’d learned of from friends.

When we got home, our discussion escalated into an argument. Feeling frustrated, I tried to walk away. He responded by grasping my hair and dragging me across the floor.

As he dragged me, I sobbed, feeling idiotic for bringing up the matter. The episode was over as quickly as it began. He teared up when he saw how pathetic I looked on the floor and apologized, assuring me it would never happen again.

Things calmed down for a few months. Although my husband ceased his sessions with our couples’ counselor, life seemed to be back to normal until my depression over my job status crept over me again.

He went almost a year without touching me. The next three times were over issues I can’t even remember. I began documenting each bruise and welt with my mobile phone camera to remind myself I wasn’t crazy. I kept telling myself, “It won’t happen again. Even if it does, he’s never once touched my face.”

The last incident occurred a year ago. I had come home from a friend’s wedding he was unable to attend. I don’t remember what led to the altercation, but I remember the blow to my face — mainly because it caused me to black out. When I awoke five minutes later, the situation only worsened when he strangled me after I’d tried to run away. This left a mark, a particularly large one across the left side of my face. The next day at work, I hoped someone would notice, but no one did. It dawned on me then that even if they had noticed; would they honestly want to believe my husband was capable of abuse?

Prior to this last hit, I had convinced myself these events weren’t really abuse, mainly because they didn’t happen every day. I compared my situation to people I felt had suffered “real domestic abuse.” They lived in fear every day, while I didn’t know when to expect it. Though the events did cause bodily harm, the frequency wasn’t enough to be “real” abuse — at least not to me.

While I was speaking to my best friend two weeks later, I realized the severity of the situation I was in.

“It only happened five times,” I told her.

“It should never have happened at all,” she said.

Now, one year later, I am fortunate to be out of and safe from my abusive situation. I don’t tell this story because I want pity. Like most service members, I’ve survived my share of deployments to Iraq, Afghanistan. I tell this story because the real danger of domestic violence is not the injuries your abuser inflicts on you. The real danger is how long you are willing to ignore it.

To report domestic abuse, people should contact their family advocacy office during normal duty hours. After-duty hours, people should call 911 or their local security forces squadron.




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