My Ish Yi

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Submitted By seansgirl
Words 1176
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McCauley
ENG – 102
8 April 2014
5-1-5-0 Somebody Call the Popo Katie, a freshman at East Carolina has a boyfriend, Jason who is a junior at East Carolina takes every chance he gets to call her names and degrade her. One Saturday afternoon I went over to Katie’s house to find her with her eyebrow slashed and bleeding, black eye, as well as bruises all over her. I stated “What happened to you? Are you okay? I am taking you to the hospital!” She had said that Jason had done this to her and not to tell anyone. I did as she told me to do and the situation only got worse. As I noticed the violence progressing I told authorities; I needed to help my best friend. Domestic violence is emotional abuse are behaviors used by one person in a relationship to control the other. Partners may be married or not married; heterosexual, gay, or lesbian; living together, separated or dating. (domesticviolence.org) The abuser is not always a male; in some cases the female is just as bad if not worse. In North Carolina domestic violence is a growing problem; “NC shelters serviced over 21,000 people between 2002-2003 of which 6,262 were between the ages of 18-59 and 6,248 were children under 18.”(NCADV) Being a victim can cause serious effects including many psychological problems as well as having an impact on children. After being involved with getting mistreated many things go through the victims head. Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is a common psychiatric disorder after going through being abused. PTSD is a mental health condition that's triggered by a terrifying event. Symptoms may include flashbacks, nightmares and severe anxiety, as well as uncontrollable thoughts about the event. (Dictionary) After being abused for so long without getting help and thinking that there is no way out of the relationship can affect the way the victim thinks. When everything is going…...

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