In a follow-up from yesterday’s post regarding PTSD and how I always think of it as a an issue that affects soldiers, I came across this information which is not directly relating to PTSD but the comparisons between soldiers and woman who suffer from domestic violence is a real eye opener.
FACT: Compare the number of American troops killed in Afghanistan and Iraq (6,612) to the number of women killed during the same period in the United States as the result of domestic violence (11,766). Almost twice as many women died at the hands of men who supposedly loved them as did American soldiers on battlefields.
Here are some other chilling domestic violence statistics:
● 30 percent of the female homicides in our country are committed by the victim’s intimate partner.
● The number one cause of death during pregnancy in the United States is homicide.
● The likelihood that a woman will die a violent death is increased by 270 percent if there is a gun in her home.
● Two in three women killed by their intimate partners were shot with guns kept in their home by their partners.
Yes, there is a gun in my house. It is in a locked box that only he has the combination to. The box is in a place that I can see on a daily basis. Yes, he has taken it out and held it against me while violently threatening me. This has happened maybe only five times in twenty-five years. And yes, I know — it’s still five times more than it should have ever been.
My fear of a violent death has always been related to me leaving than it has been to me staying. In those moments when he’d hold the gun and threaten me, I’d play mind games – almost daringly saying – go ahead. Usually, I’m sitting in a chair or on the sofa when threats are flying. When it comes to a gun or knife I would fix myself up as I’d be sitting there (as in this will be the way I’m found) and then I’d sit with my hands folded and close my eyes. When we’d be in the heat of a battle and he’d go crazy looking for a belt or wire or something else to hit me with – when I knew it was inevitable – I’d give him skin. Like if I’m wearing a tank with a sweatshirt on top, I’d remove the sweatshirt or if I was wearing jeans I’d take them off or (when able to) change into shorts or pajama pants – basically something of thinner material.
Believe me, I’m well aware that this sounds just as crazy as his preparing to injure me but for some reason it would always stop him in his tracks. He knew exactly what I was doing. Even if he didn’t intend to stab or shoot or strike but just needed a weapon in his hand for intimidation, for what ever reason, me acting like I was prepared for what he was about to do – stopped him. I’m not exactly sure what this bizarre phenomenon is but, for me, in my situation, it worked almost every time. This is where ‘keep your enemies closer’, comes in to play. If I were to have run, especially in the early days when the situation was 10x more intense then it is now, I would never have been able to talk or act my way out of being a victim to his crime.
After years of studying him in his natural habitat, I trust I can walk away unscathed. I’m not going to lie, I am still ridiculously scared to go through with leaving but the time is getting near and I’m more ready than I’ve ever been.
Fact Source: Huffington Post
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