I just got an e-mail from my friend. She’s in some distress, feeling alone, abandoned, vulnerable, scared. Understandably.
Her impulse? To return to the man who delivered her the beatings that have resulted in surgeries, infections, more surgeries.
“I don’t think I can do this,” she wrote.
I called her, but she’s five time zones away, in another country. We talked, but I’m truly not the best resource, and she needs more, in any event.
Are there any survivors of domestic violence in the UK who could offer themselves up as telephonic support to her? She didn’t ask for and may well reject any offers of help. But she needs voices of sanity in her head, on her phone. Right now I fear I may be the only one, or one of a very few.
If you’re willing to be put in touch with her, reach out to me, via e-mail (nlikes at the domain of this blog) or Twitter (@nlikes).