I grew up with domestic abuse. When I was little I thought my god mother was my fairy god mother because that was where we were sent to when 'things got bad'. It went on way after I was old enough to get phone calls at friends etc. not to go home - this was pre-mobiles era.
We were 'told off' for laughing too much, spending too much time reading, not closing the gate 5 hours after coming home etc.
The more we complied the greater the control.
Police were called and went.
I'm 60+ now.
Not a lot seems to have changed for 'domestic violence victims 'my mother didn't get any appreciable help.
It only stopped when my brothers were strong and old enough to physically intervene.
Me, in my early teens I had to threaten him with a knife. This is the first time I have ever 'spoken' about this.
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