“We cry as loud as we can, hoping Mum will stop him or the neighbors will hear us and come round and tell him off or have him sent to prison. But no one interferes once you've shut the front door of your home. The house next door could be in a different country for all they care.” Abuse SurvivorsNobody CaresAbused WomenAbused ChildrenNeglected But UndefeatedNeglected LessonsOthers People S Lives Book:Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys Source: Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys
“[On a violent encounter with a boyfriend] Before I’ve even blinked, he’s snatched both my wrists, gripping them tightly together whilst dragging me back into the room. [...] I sense utter madness, blind rage and a very practiced hand, and decide with a calmness that is necessary for survival not to make a sound. Not to move a muscle. I go completely limp and acquiesce. You don’t argue with crazy. And I don’t want to give him one tiny reason to beat me to a pulp.” Abuse SurvivorsSurvival InstinctCrazy PeopleAbuse SurvivorAbuse Sexual Abuse Book:Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys Source: Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys