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Karrine Steffans-McCrary

Karrine Steffans-McCrary
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Karrine Steffans-McCrary is the New York Times best selling author of three titles with a hopeful fourth scheduled for publication in August 2011. The author is currently under contract with Fox Television Studios and teaches an independent course at Southern California University, Northridge.

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NOVEMBER 29, 2010 5:38AM

Domestic Violence: An Open Letter

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At the urging of those who have read this letter on my site or other sites who have picked it up –– I am, now, posting this here.

 

Domestic Violence: An Open Letter

 

I’ve been a victim of abuse all my life –– literally, for as long as I can remember. It is my norm. Whereas most people would run in the other direction the moment someone physically, emotionally, or mentally abuses them –– I stay.

 

It’s a sickness and just when I think I am cured, the cancer spreads.

 

For the past several years, I have been involved in a highly abusive relationship. I have been choked, whipped with belts, thrown about, berated, belittled, raped, and disregarded as a human being. I have been abandoned and embarrassed, then, loved and coddled.

 

I have been caught in a vicious cycle and have left on many occasions, just to return. I have found little support from my friends and family because I complain, and I cry, then I go back for more. I go back knowing that, one day, he’ll kill me but he’s all I have. He’s the only one who understands because he’s stuck in this cycle, too.

 

When I try to confide in friends they ask, “Well, what did you do to him? What did you say to him?” They tell me, “You know how he is, he’s never going to change, so why do you stay? You know what you’re getting into. Don’t tell anyone because he’ll come out looking good and you’ll only make yourself look bad.” It’s always my fault.

 

No one understands –– not even me.

 

So, I keep it all to myself and it continues. Then, we make up and vow it will never happen again –– then it does and I feel so foolish for ever believing he can change or that we can change. Then, I begin to believe again. I believe even now.

 

I love him though it pains me to admit.

 

It sickens me to know that I will return to him in an instant and that the next time could be the last time and that breath, my last breath. Still, I hold out hope that one day we’ll learn how to love one another without pain. I pray that those who look on with smirks and judgments know one thing ­­–– domestic violence is very real and, at times, very final.

 

If you, or someone you know, has been a victim of domestic violence, please contact the National Domestic Abuse Hotline at (800) 799- 7233.

 

 

-Karrine Steffans-McCrary

 

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The part about making up and it all happens again never makes any sense to me. One would think that knowing this is the trend, an immediate trek to therapy should be one's destiny, followed by immediate ties cut to any abuser who perpetuates this nonsense. I've never understood this type of behavior from either the abuser or the victim. I've even dealt with female friends of mine who I discovered were involved with abusers, and I got them the help they needed from the professionals who know exactly how to handle it (far better than I ever would). Part of the problem of the friends you have appears that they would rather comment, try to fix it, or ignore it.
Forty years ago when I was stuck in an abusive marriage there were few resources for help. The attitude then was "Til death do you part even if by murder." That's just not true anymore as evidenced by hot lines/residences/programs/etc so I don't understand why anyone would continue in such a relationship. I don't want to sound unsympathetic, but at some point we all have to take responsibility for our actions. If the issue is low self-esteem, get therapy.
You are a brave lady for posting this.
Sending you strength.
I agree with all of the comments, and the words of "the road less traveled" come to mind. At this fork in the road you can either accept that you want help, and then go get it; or, if you don't, you have determined your path will be in a different direction and that's that. It's a personal decision that can only be made by one in a cycle such as this. No one can save us from ourselves, not really.

I have a feeling this is a story posted to assist others on this road... rather than a situation you currently find yourself in Karrine, but either way, we wish you well on your journey.
hey karrine. believe it or not this is something I guessed about you somewhat. this is a brave thing to write on a blog. I commend you for that. it takes a lot of personal insight to get to this realization.
there is a pattern called "abuser, victim, rescuer". its a triangle. there are similar models.
http://www.recoveryfromabuse.com/wordpress/?page_id=28
I urge you *both* to get in a class or support group. if your partner wont, you've got to do it yourself. its very critical.
on the other hand, the line between sexplay and abuse can be blurry at times. but a good support group will clarify it.
you have to realize your own contribution to the dynamic. its like two polarities stuck in a circle. you're part of that polarity. your own attitudes, beliefs, behaviors. its called Karma and the indians have known about it for thousands of years, and westerners are still trying to figure it out.... namaste
DC/DG-- yes the issue is low self esteem. the victim feels they are not worthy of "real" unabusive love. they feel subconsciously that the abuser however vile is the most love they will ever achieve in life, because of their perceived worthlessness. it seems, they fear they are as vile as the abuser. and as long as they cannot confront their own patterns of inflicting pain on others, there is a grain of truth in that.
Those who have the strength and clarity of mind to state, in so simplistic and harrowing words, the dilemma rarely are those same individuals suffering their consequences.
Sorry to read about it,but I admire you for sharing.I know about domestic violence but as Buscalia(a writer said) one can say to another "I know what you are going through" but does this one really understands.I have learned to resρect the sadness of ρeoρle more than I resρect myself.I do not know why..I am same as you as far as to the "No one understands –– not even me".I think it is great and helρful for the rest of us that you have shared your exρerience.Best regards!!