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PERSONAL STORIES FROM MALE VICTIMS OF FAMILY VIOLENCE AND ABUSE

Sunday
Apr072013

Sam

Beaten with a stiletto heel by female partner

Sunday
Mar032013

Kyle

Well where to start, I was with my partner for 12 years, like most relationships everything was fine in the beginning, it wasn't until the birth of our son that the abuse started, her moods changed with every hour, I could do nothing right, it wasn't just physical abuse but verbal as well, my first major beating was with a metal vacuum pipe. I was black and blue, bleeding, the neighbour called the police and they told me that I should press charges, I just laughed at them, I'm over six foot tall and of large build, what would people think of me, they wouldn't believe that she could do that to me, so I let it go, she wasn't remorseful about her abuse, she would brag to her friends about it and call me pathetic.

Over time the abuse would become more often and out of the blue, anything would set her off, frequent punches to the face were a common occurrence, but her favourite weapon was the vacuum pipe, I eventually started buying upright vacuums as she shouldn't lift it to assault me.

I tolerated it for 11 years, I gave her whatever she wanted, while we had money she was happy, but when things were tight, she was a different person, when things got hard she would take my son and run to a women's refuge and tell them that I was the violent one, that I used to abuse her, they would take one look at me and of course I'm guilty.

Foolish me, every time she left I would convince her to come back, she did and more of her abuse followed, I know now that the only reason I kept trying to save the relationship was because of the children, I wanted them to have a mum and dad under the one roof, little did I know the damage being done to them.

When I knew that an argument was about to begin, I would try and get away from her, lock myself in the bedroom, go outside, anything to avoid the abuse, but she would follow me around, yelling at me, punching me, she wouldn't stop, she would call me pathetic, a loser, weak, in her rages she would bang her head against the wall or beam and say, "I'm going to tell the police you bashed me! You're going to jail."

It wasn't just the abuse against me, she would destroy the house, break windows, put holes in wall and break furniture, whenever the pressure got to her she would lose control and just go crazy.

Her attacks weren't just on me, unfortunately the children have suffered as well, if they said something she didn't like she would force soap in their mouth, I would have to lift her off the children, who were terrified and screaming, she would then turn her abuse towards me.

I have that many tales of the violence I have suffered for 11 years and could just go on and on, but the abuse I have suffered after I ended the relationship ended is much more painful to deal with.

Christmas Day 2012, was all I could take, we were bathing the children and she was squirting our daughter with the handheld shower and said to her lets get daddy, so she wet me, thinking she was in a good mood and wanted to have fun, I turned the shower back on to her, wetting her in the process, well she went psycho at me, screaming and she punched me several times in the head, at that moment I realised that I can't keep living like this and told her to get out, I locked myself in the bedroom, she kicked the door in and began assaulting me again, I finally stood up to her and said stop, no more you have hit me for the last time.

When morning came she was still in the house, I called the police and after they came she agreed to leave, she took my son and they went on a two week holiday down the coast, she stayed with my best friend, our daughter stayed with me, she never once rang to speak to her, I was just getting into a routine and then she returned from her holiday, not back to me but to the old faithful women's refuge, she left my son with my parents, so I went and got him. I had both children safe in my care, well for a couple of days anyway, after two days she phoned me, wanting to see the children. At first I resisted, but she knew how to manipulate me and said you told me that you would never keep the kids from me, so I agreed to meet her at the local park, that's the day that has nearly ruined my life, she grabbed both children, I tried stopping her from leaving with them, she punched me in the face several times and then rang 000 and told them that I was punching her. The police came - they weren't interested in anything I had to say, they just wanted to hear what she had to say, eventually the police let her leave with both children, I couldn't believe it, there were no court orders, nothing, they had no right to let her take them. I was lost, I didn't know what to do.

After a few days a saw a lawyer and started proceedings to get my children back, however at every turn I was blocked, with manipulative skills and the ability to be a good liar, she had me charged with two assault charges, one on her and one against my daughter, apparently prior to her two week holiday, I threw a shoe at my daughter giving her a blood nose, this naturally did not occur. On top of the charges she also got an AVO against me, preventing any contact with my children. I missed my daughter's first day at school. Not knowing if they were alright was the worst, my son ran away from her 15 times, sometimes she would catch him, other times I found him, not once did she report to the police he had run away, because I had the AVO against me I had to return him, doing this only fed the idea she had told him, that I don't love him or want him, all of which is untrue.

She eventually relocated down the coast, some 4 hours from me, she didn't seek the courts permission to relocate with them, she just went.

I put a return child application into the federal court, but she claimed she and the children were the victim of severe domestic abuse at my hands. I couldn't believe it, everything she had done to me and the children over the years, she was now accusing me of, I told them that I was the victim, that she needs help, they would take one look at me and just dismiss it like I never said anything. The court as they do found in her favour and said the children can stay where she moved to. I was shattered.

After spending thousands trying to clear my name of the assault charges, I was found guilty. I must have found the worst lawyer out there, he never even questioned her about the alleged assaults. After some thought I decided to appeal the court's decision. I found a very good lawyer, who if you can believe it had a heart and compassion. I to my delight was found not guilty of all charges, finally I didn't have to live with thought that people thought I could hurt my daughter.

I was on a high thinking that the family court can't use it against me. Wrong, according to them there is still a chance I could have done it, once again I was shattered, why did I fight, why did I waste my time, why did I put myself under all the stress?

The only good thing that came from my win was that I got unsupervised visitation of my children, previously they had to stay with my parents because of her lies.

The court ordered a family report, this didn't go well. The woman took one look at me and found me guilty, her unbiased opinion was that I was violent and sexist and my son was learning the same attitudes as me. She wasn't interested in anything I had to say about her, she questioned my need to want protection and my anger towards the police for not protecting me. I'm not allowed to be the victim, I'm always the perpetrator.

In the 14 months since our separation, she has convinced the children to lie for her, saying I bashed them, she has gotten my daughter put on ADHD medication via a video conference that my daughter wasn't even present for and I have just found out that she has my son on catapres tablets to help him sleep and she is double dosing him on it. I have taken the children to see their paediatrician, he told me my daughter shouldn't even be taking the Ritalin. He wrote a letter saying she should stop taking the Ritalin and that he wants her to be properly assessed for ADHD. As soon as the mother found this out, she rang him and said she wants the children to see another doctor. I wasn't even informed, it was only that I rang him because the mother was still sending the Ritalin tablets for contact and he told me what was going on.

My children have suffered from abuse from her in the last 14 months, they have told me she flogs them, yells at them, they had head lice for 10 months, my son had an ulcer on his penis that she failed to treat, I had to take him to emergency on the first night of contact, 1am at the hospital, my son has burnt his fingers, I had to call 000 to get her to take him to the hospital. They have witnessed sexual activity from her friends and threats from them, the list goes on. You're probably asking yourself why haven't I reported it to DOCS, well I have reported every incident to them and nothing is ever done, my parents have reported it and nothing is done, even a doctor has reported it and nothing was done. I don't know what else my children have to go through before they remove them from her, DOCS are a joke.

After having to spend thousands of dollars to defend outrageous charges and trumped up AVO applications, I have no money to pay for the family court and I am relying on legal aid. My lawyer has told me that legal aid are refusing to pay for anything and I will have to fund it myself. I don't have the resources to do this, so now I have to consider dropping all court hearings and stop fighting for my kids. I can't ever stop fighting for them, but where do I get the money to do so. The most frustrating part is that legal aid is funding her application, they give her everything and I ask for the same and get rejected, why I'm not sure but I'm guessing its because she has made out I'm this horrible violent man who abuses his family.

I'm sure there's plenty I haven't mentioned, mine is a long on going story with no end in sight. I only hope my children know how much I love them.

I hope my story helps someone out there. Hopefully one day people's attitude will change regarding this subject. The more men like me speak out the more people will have to listen and maybe one day there will be equality for us too. I can't even find anyone to give me counselling. I'm told to go to anger management, that might help me learn how to deal with her vindictive campaign against me, but how does it help me heal, how does it help me stop jumping when someone touches me, how does it help me live again? I have gave my real name as I have nothing to be ashamed of and neither do you.

Wednesday
Feb272013

Mathew

I see many of the stories on here and can relate to the many forms of domestic violence perpetrated in our community. Before I get into my story I would like to touch on the subject. It is my considered opinion that while we genderise domestic violence there will never be equality within service provision or justice until the focus is on victims. Domestic violence should be in terms of victims and not sexual orientation.

Secondly, and this might on the surface appear amusing, but really highlights the ignorance surrounding Male specific D/V, the amusing part is before I knew of this website I actually came across a poster that is used on the front page of this site, "It's amazing what my wife can do with a frying pan." In my role as a community worker took this poster to the local D/V committee meeting, to say I was shocked at the laughter that came from what was apparently a professional group of people's obvious disregard for the subject matter was to say the least dumbfounding. But more amazing reactions were to follow: "this is just women fighting back," "What did they do for the woman to hit them," "Oh they probably deserved it". Really, are you kidding me? These people are supposed to be community leaders.

Anyway to my story and I guess it's one that has been told over and over again. I lived in a defacto relationship for a number of years, and I would lie if I said that it was a bad relationship from the start, mine in fact was pleasant enough for a number of years. We had four sons together, however after the birth of our second son she became addicted to bingo, morning, afternoon and night. The real violence started after one day we had been out looking to buy a new car, we got home rather late and the kids were tired and hungry, as I pulled into our driveway my partner asked me to drive her to bingo. My mistake was to say no. Now I'm not a small guy and I have a few tats but I was beaten by this five foot five inch person I did not recognise as my partner.

The neighbours on hearing the noise called the police. I was questioned and even though I was beaten I felt like the perpetrator. This pattern of behaviour continued on for the next ten years. She would hold a knife to the children's throats and then call the police, I would be questioned (thankfully the children were of an age where they could tell the police what happened), but she was never arrested. I was full of bruises bleeding on many occasions, she was never arrested.

The end finally came when one day she went off to bingo and didn't come home all weekend. I found her at bingo with some other man. This was almost a relief for me and the very next day I applied for custody of our sons and was - believe it or not - granted temporary custody.

If I thought being a victim of D/V was tough it was nothing compared to what was to come. Dept of Community Services would check on me on a daily basis, night and day I was harassed by them (I'll let you know why in a sec). I was a good father, up early, prepared my children's clothes for school, got them up, gave them breakfast, made sure they all had a bath then dressed and off we would go to school. Now I also had to give up work to take care of 4 young boys, at this time there was no social security payments for single dads. My friends gave me part time work during school hours to help me out.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, after a period of time the boys' mother decided to contest the custody and a court date was set. When I attended court, I kid you not, even though she was living in a refuge and had no possessions, no fixed address, nothing, she was awarded full custody. Remember I would let you know something? Well apparently sleeping with the DOCS worker works in your favour!

Many years of heartbreak were to follow. She would disappear with the boys and I wouldn't be able to see them. I paid my maintenance loyally but it was never good enough. She would drag me into court for whatever she could. If the boys ran away form home she would have the police arrest me for kidnapping. When I brought the boys presents she would sell them. When I went to the courts and DOCS to work out a way of making sure my boys were getting the maintenance they dismissed me.

I was told if your wife or partner leaves you, you must be either a wife beater, an alcoholic, drug abuser or child molester. Never once did the courts listen to my concerns as a father / dad. It may have been because I couldn't afford legal representation, I don't know, but I was invisible as a father to the courts.

Fortunately that all behind me now, the boys are all grown up and have families of their own, and yes they do have issues because out of all this they suffered the most. The unfortunate side of all this is now none of them have a relationship with their mother. You may ask "why should they?" Well it's simple: whether perpetrator, victim, child, adult, or bystander we are all victims of and affected by D/V.

Tuesday
Jan222013

Andrew

When Words Rape and Beat Spouses

It's amazing looking back how things change in your mind, how things you normalise you eventually accept were anything but normal. I guess I should start off with saying that I'm Andy, I'm nearly 34 and for 23 years I suffered a combination of pshychological abuse from family members that started out at the age of 6, being sexually assaulted on a high school camp on the verge of turning 16 that my high school covered up and where I was intimidated into silencce, and an 18 month long ordeal of domestic violence and serial rape.

It's the last of these I want to touch on with this article, to try and show people a side to domestic violence and rape in this electronic age which they've probably never even considered. Heck, it might even seem an anathema to most people.

It was late 2006. I'd met this girl Sarah. We had issues but things were going ok. Then something came up to cause me to act in an atypically sensitive manner. At that point I figured I had to come clean, even though I wasn't ready, so I fessed up - I was a survivor of child abuse [actually the psychological abuse from family members was still ongoing if I was going to be accurate]. Unfortunately the recception I got was far from compassionate. Though she wasn't callous about it, she didn't believe me. I was gutted and wounded, I made an excuse to leave and when I got home, I called her and told her I needed to think. After a week of no contact, I broke up with her. That was on a Friday. The following Wednesday she died in a head-on car crash.

I was a mess, lonely and trying to fill the void. At this time I'd moved to a new city for university and didn't know anyone so chatrooms filled the void.

It was there that I met Kristy. She lived interstate from me, but we hit it off, and things were great, we actually spent the whole first night talking and before I knew it, it was morning.

Anyway she sent me her pic, and to be honest, I goofed after putting pressure on myself. To say my response was clumsy was an understatement. After a period of apologising and reassuring her, I thought things were ok.

However things started to change. To be honest, so much of it is a blur in terms of the order it happened, like an 18 month long nightmare. We were both poor university students, yet I was expected to pay for my phone bills and her phone bills. Initially this meant burning through prepaid phone credit over the space of a few months, so I decided to go on a mobile phone plan. The first month of the plan I take full responsibility for going over on to the tune of $800, so I upgraded to a plan which allowed for $1200 worth of calls a month. However she soon managed to make sure I was in debt $600 a month on phone calls, this time emotionally blackmailing me into staying on the phone longer than I could afford to, or accusing me of being cheap.

This financial abuse extended into the area of presents, where I was constantly told how cheap I was and how I didn't really love her. On top of the phone debts, I was expected to spend over $100 on gifts for her when either birthdays, Valentine's Day of Christmas came up- on a student wage that was only roughly $200 a week. Meanwhile, besides the first birthday I had when we were together, I received no Valentines Day present, no Christmas present and had I not demanded a birthday present, I doubt I would have gotten it either. Forced into debt, I was forced to work, soon at the cost of university, to try and avoid bankruptcy due to her financial control.

The finances were the least of it though. Early on in our relationship, I got porn spam with a nondescript subject line and when I clicked on it, there was a picture there. Between clicking on the email, realising what it was and then closing it, it would have been no more than 10 seconds, but because of that, I was forbidden from watching anything that even implied sex may have taken place or where a woman was in bed with exposed shoulders. At the same time she constantly sent nude pics of herself to other guys.

At the same time I was told who I could and couldn't talk to and at the slightest mention of something even remotely inappropriate by anyone, even if it was a facebook share that everyone on someone's list got, I was forbidden from speaking to them. Meanwhile she'd emotionally blackmail me into not only letting me flirt with other guys, but have cyber-sex with them, playing on her supposed case of social phobia.

There's far worse, which I'll get to shortly, but I want to deal with the elephant in the room which I imagine people must be asking themselves even now.

Why did I stay? Why didn't I just walk away leave? It's not like she was close by so how on earth could she stop me from leaving right?

The truth is that she knew how to control me and looking back, within a few months of being with her, I didn't know which way was up where she was concerned.

I'm sure part of it was the vulnerable state I was in from the aftermath of Sarah's death, but she knew how to press my buttons. On one hand she knew just how to wound me and what to say to really wound me hard in the right spots to do damage. Not even the child abuse I endured was off the table for her to use as a weapon. On the other hand, she played on her physical beauty - telling me not only that I was lucky to have her but that noone else could ever want me (I'm incredibly lucky that my fiance has proven that a lie). However there were also just enough "good days" to leave you suspended in false hope that things will get better - but they never do. But that false hope and your love for them is enough to trap you into staying where the fear fails to trap you. When someone presses the right buttons whilst repeating something as toxic as that, it's amazing what you'll believe after a while and the perpetual state of fear they'll leave you in.

I'm now coming to the worst of it. I got really good at, at least trying, to think how I worded something with her. Because if I worded something even slightly wrongly, I'd be punished with one psychological weapon or another.

However this leads me to the worst of it. Part of this was where the psychological abuse went sexually. She'd constantly make me come up with these increasingly violent and sadistic fantasies to voice over the phone as we had phone sex, where I'd be constantly told it "wasn't hot enough" and it "make it hotter". When I told her I didn't like it, I was told that she was doing it all for me. To make things worse, this wasn't in isolation from my "punishment". Often it would lead straight into this from my punishment where the psychological blows she'd use would have left me paralysed and then I'd be terrified into capitulation. When that failed, she'd finish the job with emasculating me by telling me I was more of a girl than she was and then dealing more blows to finish the job. Worse still was where she'd make me do voices of other guys and be sexual with her whilst making me self-denigrate.

Contrary to all conventional definitions of rape, I was raped by her and she never even had to lay a hand on me. I may not have been penetrated or enveloped by her, but the serial sexual violation and the psychological scars she left from it are far worse than those from when I was sexually assaulted on a school camp when I was 16.

The only reason I got out was that she pushed things too far one time by telling me she'd only stop if I agreed that not only was she the most beautiful woman in the world, but that I was the most hideous man in the world.

When I refused to do the later, she finally struck something core enough that it knocked me to my senses and I walked away whilst telling her that while she was physically beautiful, that her beauty was only skin deep and that she was a truly ugly person and that people would only want her for one thing. It wasn't my finest hour by any stretch of the imagination.

She kept trying to call me to convince me to take her back, and I foolishly relented. However it was only so she could end things on her terms.

Wednesday
Dec262012

Michael

I'm currently working in Mental Health and have a degree in Psychology. I too have been the victim of domestic violence. In short I have had contact with DV Connect (QLD) who asked me, "what did you do to deserve that" and "are you scary to look at". I've also been in court defending an AVO unfounded, though when my ex-partner admitted to punching me, breaking a plate over my head and throwing full cans of drink at my head the magistrate suggested, "ohh she wont do that again you have separated". We have a 10 month old son that I need to pick up 3 times a week.......total cost in court $5000. I've also had the QLD Police Service tell me to "grow some balls" when asking for help to collect my son. Family Relationship Centres also have not one brochure that is available for men suffering Domestic Violence.

Just as a side note I issued a DVO on my ex partner for various physical assaults etc and the constant emotional and psychological abuse. She is now suggesting that I can only access my son if I come to the door alone, even after her initial DVO stating that I was controlling, jealous abusive and she felt threatened by me. The outcome is that the temporary order I sought was rejected as the magistrate believes it was not necessary that we meet in a public place so as to facilitate handover. Hoping that someone will see some sense and the truth will come out. So at this stage I'm now left with the option of going to the front door alone and risking another barrage of abuse or as she has done previously issue another DVO on me, or not seeing my little boy.