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It might be a surprise to you, but men also get physically abused by their females partners. Despite the known “greater strength” of men, they, too, can also suffer from such abuse. Maybe because of their fear of hurting the person they love, or maybe because of issues of inferiority. But no matter what the reason, it’s still an abuse – an it’s something that shouldn’t be tolerated.

Back in a 1993 study, believe it or not, 80% of secondary men have been abused by their partners. If it wasn’t a physical pain, it would be an emotional or verbal abuse. Some studies cited that 7% to 15% also experienced abuse, and in 2000, the age range of the abused men starts from 20’s to 60’s.

See some surprising facts about the abuse among men in:

http://www.edmontonsun.com/Comment/2007/10/22/4595326-sun.html

“I promise I won’t do it again.” While these words sound sweet for you, you can also be careful in listening to it…. before you even get overwhelmed by it…. because that might be a sign – a sign that may devastate you in the process.

It’s domestic violence that I’m talking about. And those “sweet” words mentioned above can be a manifestation of abuse, where the abuser “promises” not to do it again, but more likely, it is just another way of making himself excused for his foul action.

Domestic violence doesn’t mean the act is just about physical abuse. It also includes verbal and emotional abuse that happen when a one is using derogatory terms and telling painful things to you. And the person most likely to do that is a spouse, the person you love the most who thinks has the right to do everything to you – even if it means hurting you and abusing you.

Lack of self-esteem can be a reason for their doings. It is their defense mechanism to hide it and controls and manipulates their loved ones to at least feel power and superiority.

Learn more about domestic violence with this article:

http://www.napavalleyregister.com/articles/2007/10/14/news/local/doc4711a8ab7ebbf243328329.txt

If a genie would appear before me and ask for my three wishes, I wouldn’t hesitate to ask him to kill a certain man. Yes, I would definitely spend this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill the person I hate the most. Of course I know it’s wrong, it’s even considered a mortal sin. But I am having some exceptions, especially to this person that I can’t even afford to hear his name.

After spending a year of relationship with him, I couldn’t believe how I brought myself to letting him abuse me like that. And now that our relationship is over, the only thing I have for him is anger. This isn’t because of bitterness. Heck, I’d slice my own finger if it were the case. Despite his mistakes, that jerk didn’t even apologize. He tried to win me back by talking sweetly (like I’d fall for that), but didn’t even think of apologizing.

I am not in the state of forgiving him; my anger is just too overwhelming. I became depressed because of his abuse, so I can’t afford to forget what he did. So this is why I want his death. The memory of our relationship pierces me and I want him to feel the same poignant feeling he caused me.

This is a blog for people who are hiding in the shadows, depriving themselves from this “silver lining” and scared from the inner-monsters that kept them extremely down. The words written here might be speaking your feeling…. because my existence used to be a phantom. However, my words are not meant to bury your flesh deeper, but to share the changes I already started.

I understand why I denied myself a psychological therapy even when I knew I really needed one. People had a way of jumping into conclusions in the most foolish way, thinking that you’ve gone mad or have become a complete psychopath once once you start seeing a shrink. I, being one of these idiots, thought of the same way. I also had this burden of believing that my situation was shameful, so I kept on concealing it myself even if I knew it would hurt me more. Thus, I deprived myself for getting a help from a professional, making my depression even worse.

As I expected, things have become worse. I didn’t know how to stand up, because my self-worth has stopped me from doing so. I guess this was the result of being abused by the person who used to be the dearest for you. Believing in every word he said was only natural, especially when you valued him in the most overwhelming way. It was a wonderful feeling at first, but little by little it became poignant. But because I valued him with every inch of my flesh, I remained silent just to keep him, even though it hurt me – sexually, physically, emotionally. And so, here I was, a person who no longer had a self-worth.

But something happened. On that day, my mother found out about this burden. I had a self-journal as the only medium to somehow ease this pain and she had read about everything. I guess it was more painful for her, knowing her daughter, the girl she had hopes for, was crashed by a guy who didn’t seem to have a soul. She was open-minded, unlike us who thought that psychological therapy only belonged for the psychopaths. Understanding my needs, she encouraged me to undergo a therapy with a professional. And it was then…. it was then when I finally gathered my courage to face my inner-demons that had been haunting me for a long time.

It wasn’t easy at first. Opening yourself to a stranger, even if she’s a psychiatrist was difficult. But I knew I had to speak, otherwise, everything would turn pointless. As I went on with my story, my doctor realized that I had chronic depression, meaning I have been clinically depressed for a years. She then gave me several assignments aimed for the betterment of my condition and prescribed me a medicine called Zoloft, an anti-depressant.

I am still undergoing to this therapy. I would be a complete fool if I said that I am healed. This sadness, lack of self-worth, low self-esteem, and a feeling of solitude are still here. Nevertheless, there are changes. Thinking that it’s not shameful to undergo a psychological therapy is one. That it is alright to feel this way. And that changes can still be done, even in the people felt hopeless and lost.