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I was only hit once. The story goes…I was breaking up with my boyfriend of 4 years and he didn’t want to break up. He came to my apartment late one night and asked to talk. He got angry and hit me across the face which gave me a bloody lip and black eye. In order to get him out of my apartment, I told him I would reconsider getting back together with him and would call him in the morning. Never called him. (this was years before cell phones, text messages and facebook) He stalked me for awhile. I was very lucky. I’ll never forget the feeling I had that everyone who looked at me knew I’d been hit by my boyfriend. It was awful and I made a promise I would never stay with someone who made me feel bad about myself again.
While the others were in a rush to grow up, I craved being a child. Where’s a little girl to go when her father’s lustful eye turns to her? And then, the other men label me as being already ruined, so they don’t feel bad to take advantage. Praise be to God, it’s all over now.
I thought that he loved me and that the horrible things he said to me were because of his psychological condition. It took him trying to hit me for me to realize I needed to get out, before he succeeded in actually physically harming me.
When I started at Denison as a freshman during in fall 2008, right amidst all the election activism, it was really hard being a conservative on this campus. Coming from a much less politically-active community, I was shocked and put off by the way in which Obama enthusiasts would shove their political beliefs in my face. As the campaigners (fellow students, no less) went around dormroom to dormroom, I would do all I could to avoid them, because even when they said they were just trying to get voters registered, many would push you to say who you were voting for and then try to persuade you if you didn’t agree. Once the election was over, things calmed down a lot, but I am still very quiet about my political beliefs on this campus. No one should live in fear of expressing, or even just having, beliefs.
Assaulted for saying NO. It happened on multiple occasions for various reasons. Thankfully I got out before he made good on his threat to kill me.
My cousin began sexual harassing me when I was 11 years old. The harassing stopped when I was around 14 years old and I have never been able to tell anyone in my family about it due to already strained relationships within my family. I have tried forgiving him since we are now much older but it is hard since I am terrified every time my family has to stay at their families house.
I have a student that was born with significant disabilities that has been abused and neglected by her family. They do not value her as a human being and believe the only thing she is good for is to stay at home and watch the younger children. They do not value her education, which is why she is 19 years old and cannot read or write. She is an incredibly strong young woman and her goal is to become a nurse or photographer one day!
I can’t remember when he hit me, but I am told he did. It must be true that our minds can help us forget. He abused my children … I will NEVER forgive him for that. When I told him to leave he returned and tried to kill me. Then stalked me for two years, causing me to move too many times. I am safe now. He is dead. I am not sure, though, that I will ever heal.
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