TRIGGER WARNING: Gender violence

 

“I’ve had a word with him” the police officer said dismissively. “He seems like an alright guy. I’ve a good judge of character. He won’t be bothering you again”.

 

This wasn’t the first time the police had failed me but this time, the deflated weight in my stomach told me I’d never contact my local station again.

 

My abuser continued to “bother me”. He routinely waited outside my house in his van overnight, made fake social media accounts to harass me, rang me from police cells demanding I “break him out”, followed me home after nights out, sexually assaulted me on a main road, and tracked my location to different cities.

 

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Written by
Evie Muir

Evie Muir is a domestic abuse expert, specialising in “BAMER” and LGBT+ experiences of racialised and gendered abuse and trauma. She is also a freelance journalist, whose work focuses primarily on gender-based violence, racial justice and intersectional trauma, and is dedicated to platforming the stories of marginalised survivors. Evie is also the founder of ‘Peaks of Colour’ a Peak District walking club by and for people of colour only.

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