We Are The Men Of A Childhood Where The Monsters Of Family Violence Were Real

I don’t remember the first time he hit Mum. I certainly don’t remember all the times he hit her. I have always remembered the fear. My brother’s, my sister’s, my mother’s and my own.

I write this anonymously because “he” was my stepfather. “He” is also father to my younger siblings. I write this anonymously because “he” is still alive. Mum wishes she could do more and speak out as a survivor. But even after 15 years of separation the mere fact that he is still alive does not make it safe to speak out about it. My mother also has concerns about how my siblings would feel to have their father exposed as this monster.

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