Shit happens..........
Yesterday, I had occasion to report a "man" for abusing his wife. I'm glad I did it. I have no regrets, although I fear for his wife, now, more than ever.
The wife, Mrs A, has motor neurone disease. At this time she is confined to a chair, is unable to swallow and is therefore administered all nutrients, fluids and medication through a PEG tube. She has no oral communication and communicates through an electronic board, with the aid of a carer, who points to letter one at a time. She is bathed, toileted, medicated and communicated with, by strangers who briefly enter her world, at what ever time is convenient to them and when funded by various care packages. In short, my friend, life for her is pretty much a whole load of shit!
Mr A has decided that, not only is his life shit, it's her fault!
For example, on the day of her father's funeral, Mr A told her that he would be better off if she was in the box with her father. etc etc etc
Previously, I reported finding her with finger mark bruising and four finger nail gouges around her throat. He'd been out for a few drinks.
This time, yet again, he'd been out drinking and sucker-punched her twice to the jaw. What a man!
For fucksake! She can't even flinch to get out of his way!
Of course he won't leave, because everyone who currently believe he's such a martyr, will think he's a complete bastard for leaving his disabled wife.
I asked her why she won't report him and she replied that she was protecting her son. (Said son is 35 years of age, a double degree student, married and dotes on his mum). She said that she didn't want everyone talking about him having a father who beats his mother. I asked how he'd feel if he had a father in prison for killing his mother. Couldn't make her understand how her silence will only serve to protect her abuser and no one else.
When he returned home after lunch yesterday, what I wanted to do was to make him eat Mrs A's cast-iron skillet.
I should have!.......... Doing time for that, is infinitely better than going to work one day and finding her beaten to a bloody pulp or much, much worse.
The wife, Mrs A, has motor neurone disease. At this time she is confined to a chair, is unable to swallow and is therefore administered all nutrients, fluids and medication through a PEG tube. She has no oral communication and communicates through an electronic board, with the aid of a carer, who points to letter one at a time. She is bathed, toileted, medicated and communicated with, by strangers who briefly enter her world, at what ever time is convenient to them and when funded by various care packages. In short, my friend, life for her is pretty much a whole load of shit!
Mr A has decided that, not only is his life shit, it's her fault!
For example, on the day of her father's funeral, Mr A told her that he would be better off if she was in the box with her father. etc etc etc
Previously, I reported finding her with finger mark bruising and four finger nail gouges around her throat. He'd been out for a few drinks.
This time, yet again, he'd been out drinking and sucker-punched her twice to the jaw. What a man!
For fucksake! She can't even flinch to get out of his way!
Of course he won't leave, because everyone who currently believe he's such a martyr, will think he's a complete bastard for leaving his disabled wife.
I asked her why she won't report him and she replied that she was protecting her son. (Said son is 35 years of age, a double degree student, married and dotes on his mum). She said that she didn't want everyone talking about him having a father who beats his mother. I asked how he'd feel if he had a father in prison for killing his mother. Couldn't make her understand how her silence will only serve to protect her abuser and no one else.
When he returned home after lunch yesterday, what I wanted to do was to make him eat Mrs A's cast-iron skillet.
I should have!.......... Doing time for that, is infinitely better than going to work one day and finding her beaten to a bloody pulp or much, much worse.
Watch this space...................
posted by Is it me or what.......? at 7:30 PM
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