Survivor Story: I Grew Up Witnessing Domestic Violence
Written by: BTSADV Survivor I am the child of a domestic violence survivor. Growing up, I saw a lot of things that children should not have to. I witnessed verbal abuse, threats, physical violence to my mother, and so much more. I was embarrassed by this for so long and didn’t have the strength to […]
Survivor Story: My Abuser Broke Down the Bathroom Door and Put a Gun to my Head
Written by: Yamile, Survivor When is it love, and when is it abuse? “I thought it would never happen to me.” “I thought he was going to change for me because he loved me.” “I thought he was possessive because he loved me.” These are some of the common factors in stories of domestic violence […]
Survivor Story: My Abuser Would Hurt Me in Front of My Daughter
Written by: Renee, Survivor My name is Renee, and I am a survivor of domestic violence. I’m 24 years old, and I was in an on and off again relationship. When we got back together for the millionth time over the past seven years, I thought his drug habit was harmless. He seemed to have […]
Survivor Story: My Abuser Discharged a Shotgun within a Few Feet of My Head and Torso
Written by: BTSADV Survivor I’ve been contemplating this post for a while now. It’s intimidating to write it all down. Some of you will scroll past thinking that my life is none of your business or maybe it offends your person, and you’d rather not know. I’ve contemplated who in my family will read this and […]
Survivor Story: A Torch in My Hand, Facing My Darkness
Written by: BTSADV Survivor “A Torch in My Hand, Facing My Darkness” Every time I close my eyes, I say a prayer and am just thankful to be here. Though there are times that I get panic attacks, my brain gets foggy, and I break out in sweats, and there were times that I cried […]
Survivor Story: Family Court Forced Me to Co-Parent with My Abuser
Written by: BTSADV Survivor I started dating him when I was a freshman in high school and got pregnant a year later. Things started changing slowly—a shove here, a push there, sometimes with my daughter in my arms. He would pin me against the wall with his forearm on my neck, yelling and cursing at […]
