Fearless is Love and Abuse


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Father struck son, and the son stumbled back. The blow stung somewhere above the lips but so not far across for it to be the cheeks.

It wasn’t a blow so strong to send the boy scurrying, but enough for him to falter, his weight falling, momentum one, two steps back.

He never gave his son more than he could take, but anger gripped him this time, and he his controlled had slipped.

“You will respect your mother and me; and you,” he pointed at the mother who quieted down, eyes darting around the room, “Stay out of this.”

His son spat liquid foul, and glared up at him, eyes meeting in a contest of scowls and retrenched breaths.

Fists clenched and unclenched, muscles shook and steadied themselves.

It was the rivulets of red that stopped the father. He hadn’t intended to strike so hard. His breath hitched, his glare softened, a smile softened his face; regret and love soared in his heart.

It was an emotion he’d experienced before – when father met the mother, and when father met son. He’d known the feeling a thousand times.each

How he loved his son. He could remember every inch of his body, each bruise he’d bandaged and graced. How he cared for the boy, fed him when he was ill. Father remembered reading him stories and told him how each batter and every scar an infliction of a father’s love.

His son was on him in a moment; it wasn’t a weakness that his son would let pass. He had taught him well.

There was a smile in the red, a smile both vicious and cruel.

He hesitated. Too slow, his arms rose in defence and the son was on the father.

His boy showed no mercy; though he loved his father. Unlike him, he never pulled his punches, because he never knew his father loved him; even when his mother screamed for him to stop.

Fearless is living with physical and emotional abuse because one often doesn’t know any better.

Domestic Violence is a form of violence that occurs within intimate relationships. The violence takes several forms – social, physical and emotional and occurs within every demographic. The most easily recognised of these is physical abuse. Domestic Violence often occurs due to issues of power and control, and unlike wide-spread views, does not implicit a loveless relationship.

Due to this, it is often difficult to for the abused to come to terms with their abuse, because of the role prolonged emotional impact plays in domestic violence. 

I have known peers who have been abused emotionally by family, and I have known people that have been targeted and bullied. The long-term effects on their mental health were severe, and they hadn’t always recovered.

What are your experiences with domestic violence?

Leave your thoughts and comments on domestic violence below. 

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14 thoughts on “Fearless is Love and Abuse

  1. Domestic Violence is not a loving act. It is not an act someone who loves commits, that is a misconception. The abuser is too wrapped up in their own self to truly love.
    It is difficult, personal, dangerous. Love and support must be provided to the victim, so they may in turn become survivors.

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    1. I am sorry but I don’t fully agree with you. People who commit domestic violence don’t always understand the extent of their actions, or even think it’s wrong. Domestic violence is about power and control. There is a reason that people who commit abuse towards family members are unwilling to let go, and so often violate bail conditions.
      They don’t understand that their conduct is wrong, and as they grow more frustrated with legal intervention, they conduct further violence.
      I understand what you mean by being too wrapped in themselves to love but I think it comes down to interpretation; after all, love is subjective, and from their perspective, love is exactly what they are doing.
      But every case is different and I’m just trying to humanise an otherwise inhuman person. There’s always two sides of a coin and support should be provided for all parties involved, otherwise it will simply happen again.


      1. I’m sorry to hear that Laurie 😦
        But every case is different, I’ve known a wife abuse her husband and that wasn’t love but I’ve also seen parents abuse their children, and talking to the parents about it, after they entered rehabilitation was insightful. Love can take many forms, and abuse is one of them. In this I agree with you, that the interpretation can be so warped it becomes an illness.


    1. Thank you for commenting Mr. Roger.
      It’s an incredibly sad scenario, that many people misunderstand.
      Education and awareness is the only solution in preventing abuse, and the perpetuation of the social values that surround it.

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  2. This is a great short story that captures the strangle of domestic abuse. What you’ve said is exactly right, when you are in it, it’s so hard to recognise it and know that what’s happening to you is wrong – because it’s perpetrated by people you love and claim to love you.

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    1. I’m glad you liked it Ms. Evrim!
      The typical reaction to domestic abuse is to think of it as black and white.
      Often, the abuser doesn’t think of his actions as abusive, but instead as compensation for his own stresses on life.
      The abused party too, have been trodden so long that they accept it as normal.
      If you would like to watch an amazing anime that shows the inside of abuse, I recommend watching Erased. You can find my review of it here.

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