Just One Slap? (EXCERPTS)

Just One Slap? (EXCERPTS)

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"Just One Slap?" focuses on two forms of violence; the physical and psychological violence of Katya's former partner, as well as the institutional violence directed against her and her infant child. The book doesn't cover all forms of violence against women; only violence not considered serious in social terms. The following scene is the scene that was later qualified as 'just one slap': "Out of the blue, before I could even finish my sentence, Eric - whilst carrying Zoe in his arms - struck me across the face. The shock of that first slap rippled through every cell in my body. He screamed "slut, bitch", grabbing my left arm and pushing me hard. His face turned blood red and his veins popped as he lunged hurling threats and insults: "I'll rip you apart, you crazy bitch". I told him to stop, and he slapped me again. He grabbed my other arm and squeezed it so hard, I thought it would dry up and drop off. I struggled out of his grip, but no 'time out'; I was still against the ropes. I had no idea what to do; fight or flight? Eric is 1.82 metres... And he had Zoe in his arms! Me, I'm nothing next to him; petite 1.58. "Stop! I'm not as strong as you," I pleaded, naively trying to reason with him. The shoving was so violent, I almost fell over... several times. During this unbelievable battle of the sexes, what was mostly on my mind was snatching Zoe away from him. She was still in his arms screaming, her lungs about to burst, completely terrorised..." This book focuses on institutional violence. It intends to raise public awareness and, in my view, can be a useful 'compass' for victims to navigate through the current institutional labyrinth. It does not intend to render any type of psychological, legal, or other kind of professional advice. It can also be used as part of a training toolkit for professionals dealing with women's rights and gender equality (especially police officers, members of the health services, social workers, lawyers and judges).
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A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. **** I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. **** Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.

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