Domestic Violence: A Short Story

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When I was younger, my father wasn’t around most of the time and when he was there he was always arguing. Being the age I was, it was futile to attempt help my mother. My brother and I scrutinized, and that’s really all children who live through this can do. Though all of this pain was being inflicted upon us, I still loved my father a great deal and didn’t fully understand the situation, but my mindset had changed to one of great fear when I was about 7. I was in the backseat with my younger brother when an argument had broken out between my parents. I don’t exactly remember why they had started arguing, but this time was different than others. It all happened so quickly that it’s a blur, the part I remember as clear as day is when my mother was hit. This wasn’t an unusual scene as my mother turned her head, in attempt to quell our tears, all I could see was the blood dripping down her nose. At this exact moment I truly learned the severity of all of it and truly feared my dad. Now, as a young adult, I understand the amount of pain and stress a child has to endeavor when they are brought up in such a hostile environment. A child who witnesses domestic violence experiences lasting emotional wounds, including cases of insomnia, behavior disorders, and depression. …show more content…

“On average, nearly 20 people per minute are physically abused by an intimate partner in the United States. During one year, this equates to more than 10 million women and men.” (NCADV) This abuse cannot only hurt the person who is being hurt, but also the people around them who witness it happen to the people they care for the most. “Over 15 million children witness violence in their homes each year. Most incidents are never reported to the police.” (Joyful Heart

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