
“I’m starting an advocacy group at my university to break the stigma around domestic violence. We have about seventy members so far. I want to give women the confidence to speak about things that they only whisper about. I know what it’s like. I lived under the reign of my father for most of my life. He’d throw things. He’d punch us. I had to do so many little things to help us survive. I told the nuns at my school. I told our neighbors to call the police if they heard screaming. I made a duplicate key so we could go back for food whenever we escaped the house. During one argument I tried to put myself between him and my mother. He grabbed a knife and held it to my throat for three minutes. I remember him saying: ‘You’re a disgrace to me,’ and ‘I never wanted you,’ and ‘You make life harder.’ I was terrified, but I’d been terrified for most of my life, so I knew exactly what to do. I removed my mind from the situation. I prayed for my mother. I tried to reflect on my life. I remember feeling happy because I’d been alive for fourteen years, and I’d protected my mother for all that time.”
(Manila, Philippines)
Published on March 17, 2018 11:44