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Why domestic violence victims don't leave Leslie Morgan Steiner

Produced By TED Talks

Album: TED Talks

Why domestic violence victims don't leave Lyrics [Leslie Morgan Steiner] I'm here today to talk about a disturbing question, which has an equally disturbing answer. My topic is the secrets of domestic violence. And the question I'm going to tackle is the one question everyone always asks: "Why does she stay?" Why would anyone stay with a man who beats her? I'm not a psychiatrist, a social worker, or an expert in domestic violence. I'm just one woman with a story to tell.

I was 22. I had just graduated from Harvard College. I'd moved to New York City for my first job as a writer and editor at Seventeen Magazine. I had my first apartment, my first little green American Express card, and I had a very big secret. My secret was that I had this gun loaded with hollow point

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bullets pointed at my head by the man who I thought was my soulmate... many, many times. The man who I loved more than anybody on Earth held a gun to my head and threatened to kill me, more times than I can even remember.

I'm here to tell you the story of crazy love, a psychological trap disguised as love. One that millions of women, and even a few men, fall into every year. It may even be your story.

I don't look like a typical domestic violence survivor. I have a BA in English from Harvard College, an MBA in marketing from Wharton Business School. I spent most of my career working for Fortune 500 companies, including Johnson & Johnson, Leo Burnett, and the Washington Post. I've been married for almost 20 years to my second husband, and we have three kids together. My dog is a black lab, and I drive a Honda Odyssey minivan.

So my first message for you is that domestic violence happens to everyone. All races, all religions. All income, and education levels. It's everywhere. And my second message is that everyone thinks domestic violence happens to women; that it's a women's issue. Not exactly. Over 85% of abusers are men. And domestic violence happens only in intimate, interdependent, long-term relationships. In other words, in families, the last place we would want or expect to find violence, which is one reason is domestic abuse is so confusing.

I would've told you myself that I was the last person on Earth who would stay with a man who beats me. But in fact, I was a very typical victim because of my age. I was 22. And in the United States, women ages 16 to 24 are three times as likely to be domestic violence victims-- as women of other ages. And over 500 women and girls this age are killed every year by abusive partners, boyfriends and husbands in the United States. I was also a very typical victim because I knew nothing about domestic violence: its warning signs or its patterns.

I met Connor on a cold, rainy January night. He sat next to me on the New York City subway, and he started chatting me up. He told me two things. One was that he, too, had just graduated from an Ivy League school, and that he worked at a very impressive Wall Street bank. But what made the biggest impression on me that first meeting, was that he was smart and funny. And he looked like a farm boy. He had these big cheeks-- these big apple cheeks-- and this wheat blond hair, and he seemed so sweet.

One of the smartest things Connor did, from the very beginning, was to create the illusion that I was the dominant partner in the relationship. He did this especially at the beginning by idolizing me. We started dating, and he loved everything about me: that I was smart, that I'd gone to Harvard, that I was passionate about helping teenage girls, and my job... He wanted to know everything about my family, and my childhood, my hopes and dreams.

Connor believed in me, as a writer and a woman, in a way that no one else ever had. And he also created a magical atmosphere of trust between us, by confessing his secret: which was that, as a very young boy (starting at age 4) he had been savagely and repeatedly physically abused by his stepfather. And the abuse had gotten so bad that he had to drop out of school in the 8th grade, even though he was very smart. And he'd spent almost 20 years rebuilding his life... which is why that Ivy League degree and the Wall Street job, and his bright shiny future meant so much to him.

If you had told me that this smart, funny, sensitive man who adored me would, one day, dictate whether or not I'd wear make up, how short my skirts were, where I lived, what jobs I took, who my friends were, and where I spent Christmas, I would've laughed at you. Because there was not a hint of violence or control or anger in Connor... at the beginning.

I didn't know that the first stage in any domestic violence relationship is to seduce and charm the victim. I also didn't know that the second step is to isolate the victim. Now, Connor did not come home one day and announce, you know, "Hey, all this Romeo and Juliet stuff has been great, but I need to move into the next phase where I isolate you and I abuse you. So I need to get you out of this apartment where the neighbors can hear you scream, and out of the city where you have friends and family and coworkers who can see the bruises. Instead, Connor came home one Friday evening and he told me that he had quit his job that day. His dream job. And he said that he had quit his job because of me. Because I had made him feel so safe and loved, that he didn't need to prove himself on Wall Street anymore. And he just wanted to get out of the city, and away from his abusive, dysfunctional family, and move to a tiny town in New England where he could start his life over with me by his side.

Now the last thing I wanted to do was leave New York, and my-- my dream job. But I thought you made sacrifices for your soulmate. So I agreed, and I quit my job, and Connor and I left Manhattan together. I had no idea I was falling into crazy love. That I was walking headfirst into a carefully laid, physical, financial, and psychological trap.

The next step in the domestic violence pattern is to introduce the threat of violence... and see how she reacts. And here's where those guns come in. As soon as we moved to New England (you know, that place where Connor was supposed to feel so safe), he bought three guns. He kept one in the glove compartment of our car, he kept one under the pillows of our bed, and the third one he'd kept in his pocket at all times. And he said that he needed those guns because of the trauma he had experienced when he was a young boy; he needed them to feel protected. But those guns were really a message for me. And even though he hadn't raised a hand to me, my life was already in grave danger every minute of every day.

Connor first physically attacked me five days before our wedding. It was 7 AM. I still had on my nightgown. I was working on my computer trying to finish a freelance writing assignment, and I got frustrated. And Connor used my anger as an excuse to put both of his hands around my neck, and to squeeze so tightly that I could not breathe or scream, and he used the choke hold to hit my head repeatedly against the wall.

Five days later, the ten bruises on my neck had just faded, and I put on my mother's wedding dress, and I married him. Despite what had happened, I was sure we were going to live happily ever after, because I loved him... and he loved me so much. And he was very, very sorry. He had just been really stressed out by the wedding and by becoming a family with me. It was an isolated incident, and he was never going to hurt me again.

It happened twice more on the honeymoon. The first time, I was driving to find a secret beach... and I got lost. And he punched me in the side of my head so hard that the other side of my head repeated hit the driver's side window. And then a few days later, driving home from our honeymoon, he got frustrated by traffic, and he threw a cold Big Mac in my face. Connor proceeded to beat me once or twice a week for the next 2 1/2 years of our marriage.

I was mistaken in thinking that I was unique and alone in the situation. One in three American women experience this domestic violence or stalking at some point in her life. And the CDC reports that 15 million children are abused every year. 15 million. So, actually, I was in very good company.

Back to my question: why did I stay? The answer is easy: I didn't know he was abusing me. Even though he held those loaded guns to my head, pushed me down the stairs, threatened to kill our dog, pulled the key out of the car ignition as I drove down the highway, poured coffee grinds on my

head as I dressed for a job interview, I never once thought of myself as a battered wife. Instead, I was a very strong woman, in love with a deeply troubled man, and I was the only person on Earth who could help Connor face his demons.

The other question everybody else asks is: why doesn't she just leave? Why didn't I walk out? I could have left any time. To me, this is saddest and most painful question that people ask, because we victims know something you usually don't. It's incredibly dangerous to leave an abuser. Because the final step in the domestic violence pattern is "kill her". Over 70% of domestic violence murders happen after the victim has ended the relationship-- after she's gotten out-- because then the abuser has nothing left to lose. Other outcomes include long-term stalking (even after the abuser remarries), denial of financial resources, and manipulation of the family court system to terrify the victim and her children, who are regularly forced by family court judges to spend unsupervised time with the man who beat their mother. And still we ask, "Why doesn't she just leave?"

I was able to leave, because of one final sadistic beating that broke through my denial. I realized that the man who I loved so much was going to kill me if I let him. So I broke the silence. I told everyone: the police, my neighbors, my friends and family, total strangers. And I'm here today because you all helped me.

We tend to stereotype victims as grizzly headlines, self-destructive women, damaged goods. The question, "Why does she stay?" is code, for some people, for, "It's her fault for staying," as if victims intentionally choose to fall in love with men intent upon destroying us. But since publishing "Crazy Love", I have heard hundreds of stories from men and women who also got out, who learned an invaluable life lesson from what happened, and who rebuilt lives-- joyous happy lives-- as employees, wives, and mothers, lives completely free of violence... like me. Because it turns out that I'm actually a very typical domestic violence victim, and a typical domestic violence survivor. I re-married a kind and gentle man. We have those three kids. I have that black lab, and I have that minivan. What I will never have again, ever, is a loaded gun held to my head by someone who says, that he "loves me".

Now right now, maybe you're thinking, "Wow, this is fascinating." Or, "Wow, how stupid was she?" But this whole time, I've actually been talking about you. I promise you, there are several people listening to me right now who are currently being abused, or who were abused as children, or who are abusers themselves. Abuse could be affecting your daughter, your sister, your best friend... right now. I was able to end my own crazy love story... by breaking the silence. I'm still breaking the silence today. It's my way of helping other victims. And it's my final request of you: talk about what you heard here. Abuse thrives only in silence. You have the power to end domestic violence simply by shining a spotlight on it. We victims need everyone. We need every one of you to understand the secrets of domestic violence. Show abuse the light of day by talking about it with your children, your coworkers, your friends and family. Recast survivors as wonderful lovable people with full futures. Recognize the early signs of violence. And conscientiously intervene. De-escalate it. Show victims a safe way out.

Together, we can make our beds, our dinner tables, and our families the safe and peaceful oases they should be.

Thank you.

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