VISIT AWAKENS A BAD MEMORY
MY boyfriend and I were woken up late last Tuesday night by police knocking at our front door. One of our neighbours called them after they heard a woman screaming from our house. “Are you all right?” one of the officers asked me. “You don’t look like you’ve been beaten up.” I had not been abused and we told the police that if there was screaming, it had not come from our house, but it did make me think about something I witnessed as a child. Years of emotional and verbal abuse turned physical as I saw a grown man punch his mother in the face. She was left with a swollen, bruised eye that she had to lie about to her colleagues for fear of being judged. I would like to think we have come some way in our approach to domestic violence since then, but I am still astounded that overwhelmingly this violence is perpetrated by men who think they have the right to do whatever they want to women’s bodies. That one of my neighbours would intervene when they heard a woman screaming, suggests that people are finally taking domestic violence seriously.