Since forever, my older brother was abusive towards me. One of the worst episodes was him taking exception to being called home for his dinner, a message my mother asked me to deliver to him whilst he was playing football or something. He went fucking beserk. I was meanwhile in a neighbours house babysitting when through the front window I spotted my brother with a knife in his hand. I hid as best I could but he was raging through the house screaming. kicking doors, swearing. I ran round another spot but heard the kids upstairs starting to scream. At that moment the father of the house came in, put my brother in a headlock and walked him home.
Not a word was said either to him or me. I spent the rest of the weekend locked in my room, shitting myself. No one cared. He sent me to school with black eyes. he broke my ose, he stole my money. No one even spoke to him about his behviour. in fact, he didn't even care who he did it in front of cos no one stopped him. I have to add that our father died while we were quite young. Everyone felt sorry for him not having a dad....th rest of us just had to get on with it.
As I grew up I thought anything a man did was alright. I have been sexually assaulted and raped on a number of occasions. Each time I tried to disengage, the violence started and I knew it would be easier if I just shut up and hope for it to finish quickly.
I have been devastated by the non verdict for P. it feels as though all the abuse women in this world suffer in silence counts for nothing. So all the things that happened to me remain silent and unaccounted for.