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Personal Story From Friend of unfollowcharlie April 1, 2011

Posted by kelllo in Domestic Abuse, help a friend, Personal Stories, Women Who Rock.
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We were sent this heartbreaking, yet inspiring story by one of our dear unfollowcharlie friends and co-founders.

Please. If you are in a similar situation, please seek help. From a friend. From an expert. From family. From the police. From an anonymous source. Anyone.

Call 1-800-787-SAFE for immediate help.

I didnt share any personal stories in the last thread about my ex husband, but I will here. He thought that if he didnt hit me with his hands, it could not be called abuse. He would hit me with a bat, pans, break glass over my head. Lock me in closets. I had a 5 month old baby and was living far from home. When I left Modesto to live in TX I gave everyone my new address in Dallas. When we drove through Dallas, I realized we werent going to live there after all. When we got to our new place 3 hours past Dallas, it occurred to me I might be in trouble. The phone was locked with a code so I could not call anyone. I started stealing nickels and dimes from him so I could use the pay phone near the corner. I didnt want to steal quarters b/c I knew he would notice those missing. He also enjoyed doing this new thing called “digging a grave” where he had a tiny grave and a bigger grave dug out in the back yard. (more…)


Inspiring Letter from Kevin Powell March 26, 2011

Posted by kelllo in Domestic Abuse, Local Heroes, Personal Stories.
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I just felt a need to share this incredible testimony of a letter from Kevin Powell: An Open Letter to Chris Brown.

From his website: Kevin Powell is an activist, public speaker, and award-winning author or editor of 10 books, including Open Letters to America (essays) and No Sleep Till Brooklyn (poetry). Kevin lives in Brooklyn, New York.

(He is also the Kevin of first ever Real World fame.)

The link to the letter can be found here. The rest of his site is pretty inspiring as well.

Dear Chris:

I really did not want to write this open letter, and would have preferred to speak to you in person, in private. Indeed, ever since the domestic violence incident with Rihanna two years ago there have been attempts, by some of the women currently or formerly in your circle, women who love and care deeply about you, to bring you and I together, as they felt my own life story, my own life experiences, might be of some help in your journey. For whatever reasons, that never happened. By pure coincidence, I wound up in a Harlem recording studio with you about three months ago, as I was meeting up with R&B singer Olivia and her manager. You were hosting a listening session for your album-in-progress and the room was filled with gushing supporters, with a very large security guard outside the studio door. I was allowed in, as I assume you knew my name, and my long relationship to the music industry. I greeted you and said I would love to have a talk with you, but I am not even sure you heard a single word I said above the loud music. I gave your security person my card when I left, asked him to ask you to phone me, but you never did, for whatever reasons. And that is fine.

It’s a long read, but worth it. Please continue reading after the jump.


Survivors of Domestic Abuse – Personal Stories March 14, 2011

Posted by Syd in Domestic Abuse, Personal Stories, Substance Abuse, Teenage Relationships.
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From time to time here on the blog, we’ll be posting the personal stories of domestic violence survivors. These stories are no doubt difficult to share, and they are equally difficult to read, but it’s important that they are read.  

We thank everyone who has been brave enough to submit stories so far and welcome further submissions.

From Ruth:

“I was pretty stupid when I was 17. I dated a guy that was an alcoholic and drug addict. He was a friend of my sisters and I knew when I started spending time with him that he drunk a lot, but I didn’t know what kind of guy he was when he had too much to drink. (more…)