If years ago a fortune teller had gazed into a crystal ball and told me that when I was twenty-two years old I would – take a trip to Hawaii, fall in love with a hippie drug dealer a year older than my father, get pregnant, live isolated in the jungle only to endure verbal, emotional, psychological, and physical abuse by him, and would then need to escape and go into hiding to protect my child and myself – I would have told them that they had the wrong person.
You see I was just beginning my life as a bohemian world traveller. I was wide open to all possibilities. Just not that one. But fate or destiny or whatever you want to call it, had a different plan for me. I ended up being exactly the right person, for this terribly wrong turn of events. Why? Because I refuse to be silent.
I know I’m not alone in this plight. The World Health Organization estimates that 1 in 3 women worldwide have experienced physical and/or sexual intimate partner violence. In my home country of Canada, it’s 1 in 5 women, and on average, every six days a woman is killed by her intimate partner. Every year 362,000 children witness or experience family violence. In the United States, 1 in 4 women have experienced severe physical violence from their partner, and nearly half of all murdered women are killed by romantic partners.
Everyone knows a woman who’s experienced domestic violence. But how many of us know about the women who flee the authority of the family court system rather than give custody over to the fathers who they accuse of abuse? This seems to be an impossible number to tally. Follow my Mothers In Hiding blog – the starting point to uncover stories of abuse, domestic violence, and the hidden lives of women on the run.
I’ve been feeling triggered lately. I know I’m not the only one. Women all over the world watched as B.K. was sworn-in as Supreme Court Justice in the U.S. American women rose up in great numbers to do everything possible
I went to China in May. It was a lovely trip full of walking, sightseeing, eating, shopping, and immersing myself in Chinese culture. The flight home was arduous. There was the four a.m. wake up, a two-hour jaunt to the
I’ve been reading the news. I’ve been watching Facebook videos of anguished children being separated from their desperate families at the Mexican/American border. Children being ripped from their mother’s arms. Teens, toddlers, babies. The children are taken away to detention