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PERSONAL STORIES FROM MALE VICTIMS OF FAMILY VIOLENCE AND ABUSE

Saturday
Nov072009

Robert

I told her I was going over to a friend’s place to watch the football. She said, ‘Well you’ve got to be home by midnight’. I explained that the Cup did not start till 1 a.m. She said ‘You’re not allowed go to then’. So I didn’t go. I always gave in to her. I had been living at her place for nine months but she would never let me have a key. She said I had to put my car in her name, which I did. I had been off work and she said I was not allowed to go back to work. She started threatening me with AVOs if I went back.

Saturday
Nov072009

Peter

She kept making demands that I earn more money, so I finished up working three jobs, seven days a week. But no matter how much I earned, she would spend it all on luxuries and abuse me because we were getting deeper into debt, but I was not allowed to put any restraint on her spending frenzies.

Saturday
Nov072009

Bruce

Whenever she was unhappy about something she would disappear for week or two and take our son. I never knew when I came home from work whether or not they would be there.

Saturday
Nov072009

Alan

The horror of being touched. The cowering on the edge of the bed with an erection I couldn't control. The terror of more bullying and being told to enjoy it or else more scorn. My stomach was sick like being hit in the groin. My balls hurt from being squashed. Nothing would stop her whenever she said I needed to prove my manhood. I couldn't run away - nowhere to go. I was so ashamed. While in the middle of it, I had no means to make sense of the various contradictions that confronted me. Her sexual violation of my reluctant body had no name. Her demands were not simply an occasional inconsiderate insistence. This was a remorseless and frightening menace.

Saturday
Nov072009

Scott

For her, sex was a system of rewards and punishments. It was not a way for us to communicate. If I did something she didn’t approve of, she’d turn off sex for weeks. I was not allowed to just reach out and touch her. She would recoil and say, ‘why does everything have to be about sex?’ She said to me once, ‘if you really loved me, you would cut off your penis’.