A Conclusion.

A Conclusion.

It is absolutely imparative that I get a companion animal.

Update : John and Jane are no longer together. I know because I do their taxes.

He said this to me while he had me pinned to the bed by my throat and his knee in my my stomach. It was after he had shaken and thrown me onto the bed. He had spitscreamed in my face that I was a useless cunt because I was not making enough money.

He idolized John and Jane's relationship mostly, I think, because Jane bought John a few neat gifts.

Rumour has it John did try to keep Jane in line in the same way I was. And Jane found an outlet similar to mine to deal.

I saw her yesterday. I wanted to say something. I didn't.

“What? You think John* hasn’t ever had to keep Jane* in line? You think I’m the only one who does this?”

* a couples friend of ours. Names changed.

“An abuser tries to keep everybody—his partner, his therapist, his friends and relatives—focused on how he feels, so that they won’t focus on how he thinks, perhaps because on some level he is aware that if you grasp the true nature of his problem, you will begin to escape his domination.”

— Lundy Bancroft, Why Does He Do That?: Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men

I don't really have any combative training experience, but it it strikes me as irresponsible to be grabbing your students by the throat in the first 15 minutes of your first class.

You're teaching self defense. To women. Does it not seem likely you'll have some trauma survivors?

Tried a self defense course tonight. Realized i am not ready to have people touch me.

Particularly not cishet white men. And particularly not around the throat.

I remember watching this 4 or 5 years ago.   I didn’t want to see, hear, or acknowledge it because her experiences were eerily familiar.  But I kept watching, and that voice kept screaming.

He was in earshot.  He laughed at the burger part.

There were weeks where I would go without taking a deep breath lest I make too much noise and attract attention to myself. Being in an abusive relationship means trying to live as silently as possible, creeping about, mastering the art of crying silently and stifling the voice screaming in your head.

Whoever wrote this was well meaning. I get that. But now I have a definitive list of holyshitfuck things I am completely dropping the ball on.

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