Jane Eaton Hamilton sketch 2014
Of all the topics I’ve had at my fingertips, perhaps none has been as difficult for me to write personally about as being battered over 18 years. I remain highly embarrassed that I went through this; I ought to hand in my feminist credentials and have them retroactively scrubbed. I ought to hand in my lezzie activisit credentials while I’m at it.
Yes, I’m a feminist. Yes, I’m an activist. Yes, I was battered. Yes, I stayed.
Yes, I accepted a certain base-line of violence into my marriage and would have gone on staying the rest of my life. That’s the dumb truth of it. I adored her; I would have stayed with her forever.