My Story
(December 2009)
I answered the door. Three people form the sheriff dept were standing there.
"He's not here", I say...
"Ma'am, he's had time to get here.", one officer says
"But I'd know if he were here.....?", I say hopefully
"Ma'am, it's very easy for him to enter your home without your knowledge. Can you let the other officers in please?" , stated by officer
"Huh?" (me)
"They're at the back door, ma'am. May we enter?" (officer)
I'm not sure if I spoke or just nodded ...
Then I went to the back door and let in the three officers standing there...
They were there to help us...protect us....why was I feeling more afraid?
No, the officers didn't scare me....but maybe at that exact moment I realized I had not been safe in a very long time.....
How could this happen to me? I'm a strong woman.....I stand up for myself and others no matter who is around....
(It was later that I learned this is the difference between me and the abuser. They present quite a different face to most....especially when the police are called)
Yes, the police had been called several times and I was hysterical when they arrived each time if he was still there....not him...he could change in an instant. (those in law enforcement are aware of this....they know an abuser when they see one....we are not the first DV call they've encountered and they're well trained in what to do)
I stood by as six officers went through our home...every inch of it. The attic. The crawl space. The storage building. The tree house. Every closet. Under all beds, furniture...anywhere he could be hiding. They walked our property and those around us. They asked me to get in one of the cars and we drove around the neighborhood....they asked me to call his cell phone so they might hear it ring....
They asked if he had a gun....I said no but I wasn't sure...I had hidden the two guns in our home a while back. (One was his and one belonged to my deceased husband and was kept in a lock box since bought it in the early '80's) I had also hidden the knives, the razor blades, any medication .....
When the search was complete I was told to call them when he returned (not if...WHEN)
One officer noticed a picture of us on a wall and asked if that was how he looked now. Yes, he no longer had the beard....the flyers they had distributed all around had a picture from his drivers license and he had the beard in that picture.
Our home phone began ringing. One was from a neighbor who worked near by and had received a flyer there....they were concerned about us....
When he returned home.....I remained calm (somehow) and did as I was instructed to do .....
And I opened the door to three people form the sheriff dept ....
and was asked to let the remaining three officers in from the back door.....
(more to come)
I answered the door. Three people form the sheriff dept were standing there.
"He's not here", I say...
"Ma'am, he's had time to get here.", one officer says
"But I'd know if he were here.....?", I say hopefully
"Ma'am, it's very easy for him to enter your home without your knowledge. Can you let the other officers in please?" , stated by officer
"Huh?" (me)
"They're at the back door, ma'am. May we enter?" (officer)
I'm not sure if I spoke or just nodded ...
Then I went to the back door and let in the three officers standing there...
They were there to help us...protect us....why was I feeling more afraid?
No, the officers didn't scare me....but maybe at that exact moment I realized I had not been safe in a very long time.....
How could this happen to me? I'm a strong woman.....I stand up for myself and others no matter who is around....
(It was later that I learned this is the difference between me and the abuser. They present quite a different face to most....especially when the police are called)
Yes, the police had been called several times and I was hysterical when they arrived each time if he was still there....not him...he could change in an instant. (those in law enforcement are aware of this....they know an abuser when they see one....we are not the first DV call they've encountered and they're well trained in what to do)
I stood by as six officers went through our home...every inch of it. The attic. The crawl space. The storage building. The tree house. Every closet. Under all beds, furniture...anywhere he could be hiding. They walked our property and those around us. They asked me to get in one of the cars and we drove around the neighborhood....they asked me to call his cell phone so they might hear it ring....
They asked if he had a gun....I said no but I wasn't sure...I had hidden the two guns in our home a while back. (One was his and one belonged to my deceased husband and was kept in a lock box since bought it in the early '80's) I had also hidden the knives, the razor blades, any medication .....
When the search was complete I was told to call them when he returned (not if...WHEN)
One officer noticed a picture of us on a wall and asked if that was how he looked now. Yes, he no longer had the beard....the flyers they had distributed all around had a picture from his drivers license and he had the beard in that picture.
Our home phone began ringing. One was from a neighbor who worked near by and had received a flyer there....they were concerned about us....
When he returned home.....I remained calm (somehow) and did as I was instructed to do .....
And I opened the door to three people form the sheriff dept ....
and was asked to let the remaining three officers in from the back door.....
(more to come)
Posted by N2itive1 at Tuesday, May 18. 2010 
Categories: Domestic Violence
Tags: abuse domestic violence dv domestic abuse abused women
Categories: Domestic Violence
Tags: abuse domestic violence dv domestic abuse abused women
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