Hi Hive, I am quite sad.
I do not really feel good and I will share with you why.
I have just made a Facebook post to denounce.
We talk about Racism but are we talking about violence against women? Do we speak when a man allows himself to raise his hand on us?
Today, an old acquaintance came unexpectedly to ring my door to invite me for a drink.
We were on the way back when I gave him a thought that he didn't like. He stopped the car on the side of the road and pulled me out of the car, grabbing me and choking me on the neck, then punched me in the right cheek, which hurt me. Who makes fall violently on the ground!
Fortunately, witnesses saw the scene and called the police! Even a lady told me that it was not normal and that I shouldn't let it go. Indeed, I hadn't even realized that I was bleeding. I was really in shock. The police intervened and I complained directly when I made the report to the hospital.
I was ashamed... On the contrary we must denounce them!
The injuries are minimal, but I'm in pain! And he could have killed me so violently!
There are still good police officers who dare doing a good job. Thanks to them and a big thanks you to the hospital staff too.
I also have to tell you that I am a battered and traumatized child. I swore to myself that NEVER ANYBODY will raise a hand on me! Despite my childhood life experience. I do not accept being a victim all my life and I fight for and I will fight my whole life against any violence.
My last word during my hearing was to say that: It is unacceptable that a man can raise his hand on a woman!
Let the next one who only dares to punch me, I will kill him!
PS: No matter what I told him, it gives him NO RIGHT TO RAISE ME HAND OVER ME OR ANYONE!
The most difficult for me is to accept this kind of violences. But I can't. I will be against that all my life!
I am angry against myself! How can I be letting that kind of violence happen to me on these times... How could I have let this happen having experienced this acts of violence in my childhhood?! This is what is killing me!
Because, I'm a child who grow in violences spaces and conditions. And I'm child who fight against. I'm really sad to see how I've been truth this meanwhile my past. I really feel nervous.
God calm my heart and pain.
