A recent documentary about the victims of Michael Jackson made me think about my own circumstances and how in a relatively short space of time we come to normalise our experiences of abuse.
When we think about abuse everything about it begins to feel normal. It’s easier that way, rather than us having to confront the inevitable. But that can’t make our life easier, if anything it makes it harder, because walking away from any type of abuse means the fear of the unknown.
We’re more comfortable with the familiar however bad that is than we are having to walk into something that feels less than familiar. I could resonate with certain parts of their story, understanding their pain as if that pain were my own.
When it comes to documentaries on abuse, people will form their own opinions, even though they may never really know. Unless anyone walks a mile in another person’s shoes they can never know, but instead we must listen, try to understand and empathise.
When it comes to any type of abuse, we live with guilt and become incredibly loyal until the time is right for us to talk about our truth and this is what the documentary does. Until that time we unconsciously live our lives. Our conscious thoughts, on whether what we’re doing is right or wrong doesn’t come into it.
But everyone has a right to tell their story, whether the person that hurt them is still alive or not. The universal truths is what victims will base their experiences on, and those truths never lie.