My Story: “For 3 Years, My Husband Abused Me; Later I Learned 1 In 3 Women Are Domestic Violence Victims”

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“My name is Hannah Hollander and today is my birthday. I am 24 years old and I am in the process of taking my name back. Rather than hiding in shame and embarrassment, (which, trust me, I really want to do most days) today, I’m muffing up the courage to tell you part of my story, but it’s really the story of countless women across the world. I recommend you take the time to read because 1 in every 3 women have similar stories. It might be the story of your aunt, or your grandma, or the girl you sit next to in class, or the girl at the register when you buy your food. I recommend you read because chances are we all have a part to play in someone’s life whose story is similar to mine. Let’s do our part and help make this world a safer place.

“Why didn’t you call the police?”

“Ideally you would have reported the abuse after it happened.”

“Normally victims are scared of their abusers.”

“I don’t believe there are any grounds for divorce.”

“I would have fought back.”

“You got married really young. Did you see the signs before you were married?”

“Did you think about calling the police? Well, why didn’t you?”

I’ve heard a lot of responses over the last couple of months. Most of which are positive, loving, and validating. But these are the responses that circle in my head, the ones my brain chooses to fixate on.

This first photo used to be one of my favourite from our wedding. I had worked out my arms for months because I was self-conscious of them and I remember a friend telling me “Hannah, your arms look so good!”

Many people judged me for getting married young. I had a close mentor tell me that I had no clue what I was getting into. I had a friend who basically had an intervention with me. I had an aunt who told me “You know, you don’t have to do this,” right after we were engaged. At the time I remember scoffing, thinking, “All it takes is commitment.”

Days after this first photo was taken I would hear the words “I want a divorce.” for the first time, on our honeymoon. I would hear it countless times after that, but I was committed. This was the guy who treated me, told me how amazing I was, told me about the extravagant life he wanted to build together. It was the guy my parents and family fell in love with. It was the guy who said he wanted to provide for me, who wrote me long letters and sent flowers.

And after every curse, every name-call, every shove, I believed it would just get better. This wasn’t who he was, I believed. “Marriage is really hard,” I was told, “you just have to stick it through, it gets better.” And I was committed.

I was so committed I kept everything a secret, not wanting to taint his character. I suggested we get tattoo rings so he could no longer take it off and throw it when he was angry. I always chose to drive, just in case we got in an argument in the car. I went to counselling so that I could figure out how to contain his anger by using “I” statements and apologising first. I painted the walls and doors he punched. I cleaned up the shards of the mirror he broke. I stopped asking him to do things. I stopped interrupting him. I let him tell the stories. I laughed when he made mean jokes about me because he was “just joking”.

I was committed. Divorce wasn’t an option for me.

For several months I’ve been angry. Angry I was never educated on what abuse is. Angry I hadn’t seen signs. Angry that other relationships seemed to have no problems. Angry that for three years I believed I wasn’t being abused, because “abused people end up in hospitals.” Angry I didn’t own my worth sooner. Angry I have four relatives that divorced their husbands over domestic violence but was never told their stories until this past year.

But now I get it. No one wants to talk about the specifics of abuse because it feels like no one really wants to hear it. You watch their bodies tense up, their faces not knowing what expression to show. Most will end up saying “I’m sorry.” But then your gut reaction will be to say, “It’s okay,” when it really isn’t okay. And you’ll start to blame yourself by saying “I was young, I was naïve, I should have seen the signs,” even though countless people will tell you, “This isn’t your fault.” You’ll begin to feel validated and strong. But then someone will respond in the worst way, like the lawyers who say, “Well, why didn’t you call the police?” And you question everything.

I don’t share this to slander him or pit others against him. Someday I know I’ll be able to forgive him for the three years I feel like he stole from my life, even though that day is not now. There also needs to be more accountability and avenues of healing for people who have been the oppressor, but that’s not what this post is about.

I’m not sharing this because I’m angry or as a “woe is me.” I’m honestly in a really great place now, surrounded by family and friends who are crazy supportive. I don’t need people to validate me anymore or tell me how brave I was for leaving (you’ll hear that a lot too). I have the support I need.

I only share this because I wish I knew back then what I know now. And if I can educate one woman on abuse, it will be worth it. After I left, I learned that 1 in 3 women will be victims of domestic violence from an intimate partner in their lifetime. ONE IN THREE. Many of whom will stay in these relationships for many years. It’s time to start educating our daughters on what abuse actually is.

If he calls you offensive names, that’s not normal, it’s abuse.

If he blames you for everything and is not taking responsibility for his own actions, that’s not normal, it’s manipulation and abuse.

If he creates a “reality” where you’re the monster and he’s the victim, that’s not normal, it’s manipulation and abuse.

If he repeatedly swears at you or says he wants a divorce (or threatens to break up), that’s not normal, it’s manipulation and abuse.

If he blocks you with his body or pushes you, even if you aren’t hurt, that’s not normal, it’s abuse.

If he spits on you, leaves you or keeps you from leaving, punishes you in some way, punches walls, says he wants to kill you or kill himself, yells in your face, throws your clothes outside, makes messes you’re expected to clean up, THAT’S NOT NORMAL, it’s manipulation and abuse.

I know now, why women stay in these relationships. I know now, why women keep their secrets and hide their bruises. I know now, why women never press charges for sexual assault or don’t come forward for many years.

I know now, why we don’t call the police.

The first step in my journey of freedom was texting the domestic violence hotline. They were the ones who encouraged me to reach out and tell a friend, which turned into telling my parents, which lead to leaving and finding safety, which lead to choosing divorce (or rather, freedom.)

If you are experiencing things like the above from your significant other, or any other thing that just doesn’t feel “right,” I encourage you to tell someone. Anyone. Even a stranger on the other end of a text message. If you’re keeping it a secret, it’s likely wrong and needs to stop.

If someone reaches out to you and shares that their marriage or relationship is struggling, ask questions. Ask them if they ever feel unsafe. Ask them what it’s like during arguments. If it sounds sketchy, kindly ask them if they’ve ever thought about calling the police. Because if they are in an abusive situation, chances are they’ve thought about it, they’ll just likely never do it.

The second photo I took about 3 weeks after I left. I look at her face and it makes me feel hope. She was jobless, homeless, tired, and sad. But her hair looked good, so she decided to take a selfie.

There are days when the world seems grey. When it feels like it’s never going to end. When every little thing feels like a mountain even though I know in my head it’s insignificant. But on the day I took this photo, a friend told me “Hannah, someday you’ll see the colours again,” and when I look at that photo, I believe it to be true.

If you feel moved (and for my birthday), I encourage you to donate a couple bucks to a non-profit in your local community that affects the lives of young women like me who’s stories are similar to mine.”

– Hannah Hollander, 24, Domestic Violence Survivor

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With the extension of the lockdown the crisis of migrant labourers and daily wagers has just grown bigger due to uncertainty and fear of future. In the migrant colonies, slums and for people in the villages hunger and desperation is building up day by day. This is high time we step up our efforts to support our people who are in dire need of food and hygiene essentials to survive the pandemic, Covid-19.

After the India-wide lockdown, a lot of jobless migrant workers are stuck in cities with hardly any resources while many started retreating back to their villages. With the loss of livelihoods, a large number of them are now struggling to support their families.

Goonj activated its pan India teams and a pan India network of partner organizations and volunteers in urban and rural India. This network, built over the last two decades, helps them learn from the ground, reach material quickly and review and adapt strategy periodically. Intensifying this network has helped Goonj reach and start work across 17produced states/UT in the last three weeks.
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Goonj’s focus: 

Majority of the Covid-19 relief work by non profits right now is in the metros and cities but Goonj is the only non profit that is also simultaneously focusing on the people in the villages and the ones stuck on highways or somewhere.

Goonj is targeting daily wagers, migrants and other vulnerable groups, who even traditionally are left out like the disabled, sex workers, LGBTQ community.

“COVID-19 is a crisis, yes…But, it’s also an opportunity for us to build the society anew. Not ‘for’ the people…but, ‘with’ the people. And in the process, we will build ourselves too.” – Anshu Gupta, Founder-Director, Goonj.

Direct Monetary and Material Transfer

Wherever Goonj got the permission to open their centres for packing and disbursement of relief material kits, they are creating a kit consisting of 20-30 kgs material including dry rations, masks, sanitary pads and other hygiene material and reaching them to people, as per needs and as per regulations with all safety precautions. This kit will help a family survive for 30 days.

Information till 10th April 2020:

  • Distributed 15,100 ration kits reaching thousands of people
  • Reached 17,700 families
  • Supporting 12 community kitchen across India with 16,600kgs of ration
  • 77,800 food packets provided to migrant laborers and daily wagers walking on the roads across the country.
  • Provided direct financial support to 32 organisations
  • Made 42,800 cloth face masks
  • 24,900 cloth sanitary napkins produced
  • Produced 1500 litres of organic sanitiser

In Goonj’s processing centers its trained team of women are making cloth face masks and cloth sanitary pads (MY-Pads), keeping all the precautions and with the permission and cooperation of the local authorities.

In this lock-down phase if you are facing any difficulty getting sanitary pads or you are running out of stock, here’s a detailed but very simple process of making Cloth Pads at home created by Goonj. “This is how we make Goonj MY Pads.” This is how our mothers and grandmothers turned their spare cloth into pads.

This disaster, unlike any other, is unprecedented in its scale and impact and that’s why we all must do our bit with Goonj to continue its relief work for millions of people in this still unfolding long-tailed disaster.

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