Dating violence true stores of hurt and hope
This is Nadya's story of teen domestic violence: My story starts from the day I was born really. One day a girl I had just met invited me to her 21st in a local pub.
I used to tell my mom I was staying in a friend's house but I was with him. She told me to pack my things into a black sack and be gone by the morning. It wasn't long before he moved in and the name calling started. I stepped inside the door, and told him, I wanted to break it off.
He punched me straight in the face, threw me down a set of wooden stairs into the basement.
I was bullied in school, and sexually abused by the boys. Then we popped into this guys house that she was seeing, there I was in the middle of a room with about ten men all much older by at least ten yrs.
They were smoking weed, I didn't even know what it was.
Faith's domestic abuse story follows Faith's journey from innocent 19 year old with dreams and aspirations, to a life of domestic abuse, including not just emotional, verbal and financial abuse, but also sexual abuse - and finally freedom from her domestic abuse story:' is beyond what I endured, beyond what any victim of abuse endures.
I thought I had met the man of my dreams; he seemed perfect, but now that I am no longer with him.
If I did not answer my phone he would go mad and call me every single name under the sun.
Every day I had to send him pics of the outfits I was wearing out, so that he could deem them as modest and acceptable.
I had decided that I would date after I had finished university, which to me made sense at that time, things were going according to plan. We instantly hit it off; he was charming and seemed very wonderful.
He was older than me by 5 years, but it didn't bother me.
I was 19 at that time, full of hope and great passions.