Domestic Violence Awareness Month
This month always hits home for me. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t suffering from someone’s hand I knew. This month for some reason hits harder for me. I think it’s because as I work in retail I show bruises as if they are finger prints. Times of those days come haunting back. It’s only been a few years now have not been in a DV situation. The very first time I realized I was in a DV situation was when I was 16 years old. I had bruises on my wrists, my arms, and even my neck. No one cared to hear me. My co-workers would laugh at me and just say “hey look! Tali got a hickey”. I would tell them they were bruises. They would stand there telling me how I am making this all up. I was taught then, no one cared about those in DV relationships. The next time I realized I was in a DV relationship was when I was married. I married at 22 years old. The DV really didn’t start until I was in my late 20s. That’s when I recognized the signs. The emotional, verbal, and b...