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PERSONAL STORIES FROM MALE VICTIMS OF FAMILY VIOLENCE AND ABUSE

Saturday
Nov072009

Steve

 The Chamber Magistrate said to me, ‘You're supposed to be the stronger one - to be able to take strong hits. If you go ahead with this, they'll laugh you out of court’. Even if you've got a blood nose and bruises, if you're a man, they say you have to have more proof to get an AVO.

Saturday
Nov072009

Scott

Almost everything I did that wasn’t done with her constituted a threat to her. By the end of the relationship I had no friends. I had no outside activities. I had nothing, because everything that I was interested in, every friendship I had, threatened her. She would make things so difficult for my friends that they just drifted away.

Saturday
Nov072009

Steve

Many times I thought of killing myself. She not only destroyed me when we were together, but stopping me from seeing the kids - my life was not worth living then.

Saturday
Nov072009

Alan

I thought of my options. Lock her out of the house as she did to me? The cops would come and take me away. Complain of domestic violence? She was too pretty and dainty for that to work. Leave? I could not abandon my kids. I would rather have died, and thought of it. Fight back? Somehow I couldn't see myself doing it. I don't know if it was cowardice, chivalry or intellect saying ‘lay a finger on her even once and all hell will break loose’.

Saturday
Nov072009

Steve

I thought, 'what's wrong with me; I'm working two jobs, coming home, bathing the kids, doing the housework - and still getting abused day and night; what am I doing wrong?'