Haile's Story, Teen Dating Violence
February marks Teen Dating Violence Awareness Month. It is a national initiative to shine a light on dating abuse among young people. A common misconception about teen dating violence is that survivors don't The abuse Segovia experienced at the hands of her year-old. Sadly Becky soon found out the reality of teen abuse. Here is her story: Since the age of nine I had been in love with this one boy Ben. We used to get together.
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I have never been so humiliated in my life. In that moment, I had two choices: I could either sit there and continue to be belittled in front of everyone because he wasn't going to leave, and nobody else was going to say or do anything, or I could walk out and be shamed anyway because I had given into his threats.
I wanted to disappear. I walked out because I was mortified. I never imagined such shame and at 15 years old, understood it even less. As we walked down the hall, he spit in my face, pulled my necklace off my neck, threw it in the trashcan and he threw me up against the lockers.
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It was in those moments when I felt most alone. It was those incidents that left long-lasting emotional scars. My dignity was stripped and self-worth eroded.
My story begins at the age of 14 and continues off and on until I was Mine is a story of emotional, psychological, and physical abuse. It didn't begin immediately, in fact, there weren't any signs until we had been dating for almost a year. The signs weren't obvious, especially to a 14 year-old, but it began with him telling me he didn't like the shirts I wore, or that my skirt was too short; at the time, it was easy to mistake jealousy and control for adoration.
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It soon progressed to name-calling, insults, unfounded accusations, degradation, humiliation, and isolation. The first step in domestic violence is to charm the victim; the second is to isolate the victim. Once it begins, it will continue to get worse. I began believing I deserved the abuse, and thought everybody else believed I was who he said I was. The hell became so familiar that it was easier to stay rather than leave. It was easier to live with the shame and guilt in secrecy.
It was easier to stay and suffer in private than to try to leave and be humiliated in public. I was stuck in a psychological trap and didn't know where to turn, nobody could help me.
I tried to leave a few times, he would threaten to commit suicide, or worse. The relationship took an emotional toll to the point where I was getting severe panic attacks. I ended up in the hospital a few times and was put in counseling but I never spoke about the abuse.
I didn't want anybody to know. I lied for and about him.
Nobody knew I had been threatened with a gun. Nobody knew I had been punched so hard I was almost knocked out. Nobody knew about the head butts each time he didn't agree with something I did or didn't do. Nobody knew the reason my windshield had shattered was because he had punched it in a fit of rage over what I had worn to school that day.
Nobody knew about the many deliberate close call, head-on collisions while he was threatening to "kill us both.
Not because of some fight or big blowout, I was just done. He was mad at me for not texting him because I lost signal. Mad because I went in the first place.
Mad because I wore my bikini to swim in front of them. Mad because I gave a little kid a hug.Relationship Abuse- My Story
Then, as in this case, there are also the physical elements. While I was dating him, I stepped on a rusted nail and it impaled my foot. It never healed right. A couple of weeks later we were having an argument, and he stomped on my bad foot, knowing it was that one. I laid on the floor, crying, and told him he had hurt me.
He simply walked away, completely desensitized. That was the first incident.
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About a week later, we argued again, and he grabbed me and pushed me into a wall. Then he left again. The next morning he brought me flowers, as if trying to compensate. This happened a couple more times, but the worst part was how controlling he was.
Even when I broke up with him, when he found out I was talking to other guys, he showed up at my door and tried convince me to get back with him.
I said no, so he got very angry and showed up at my door every morning until I threatened to call the police.