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"Here
comes another Jane Austen, how very original" is what you're probably
thinking right now. But what it has taken me to leave an abusive
relationship and come into a refuge has been a story of shame,
overcoming prejudices and finding pride and strength in myself.I
know some women feel ashamed to be living in a refuge.
For me, the real shame was being in an abusive relationship
and allowing it to happen. The relationship was a relatively short
one during which my son, now nearly three, was born. Just as the
relationship and the abuse got worse day by day, so did my zest
for life.
I came to a point where I regretted everything - having
met my husband, having had my son and everything else that went
on in my life. Though I am only twenty-three years old I felt
like sixty-three. I felt like my life was drained out of me and
I had nothing but a life of abuse to look forward to. "Now is
the time to leave" most people would say.
But who do I turn to for help? Women's Aid crossed my mind
but was I ready to disregard the image I had of a women's refuge?
I think that was the hardest decision of all. Was I ready to take
a two year old and move into a refuge? My idea of a women's refuge
was one of a place of depression; a dirty, smelly place where
you have to struggle to survive with children screaming and being
left unattended - probably because the mums were too drunk or
had been taking drugs. I was guilty of prejudice as I made domestic
violence a social issue. I associated domestic violence with people
from a certain walk of life. But when things reached a point when
anywhere would be better than living with my ex partner and having
no-one to go to, coming into a refuge was the last resort.
I have to admit, I was very apprehensive. Prejudice still prevailed.
But deception hit me as soon as I walked into the refuge - even
though it was through the back door! All I could see was a large,
clean kitchen, a tidy and cosy living room and a few very friendly
women. I remember my first question about a particular woman was
"How long has she been here?" "Two months", was the reply. "Two
months!" I exclaimed, "And she can already be so happy?" It hardly
took me a week to start laughing again.
I have to say that most of the credit goes to the support I had
around me. This includes all the women in the house who made me
feel at home straight away; and the members of staff who, when
I was weak and vulnerable, fought some of my battles for me. Now,
at the eve of moving into my new home, I feel like I have travelled
millions of miles towards happiness - and I've only been in the
refuge for three months. My self esteem is boosted and my pride
and joy lie in seeing my son growing into a confident, secure
and stress-free child. I am now leaving the refuge knowing that
a woman doesn't stand alone in this world.
Women's Aid workers can lift a woman from the deepest and darkest
hole and put her on a pedestal. This is exactly how I feel right
now and, for that, I will be eternally grateful.
June 2003
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