It’s hard to know what the best thing to do is when we see someone in need of help.
I never want to pry into someone’s personal life without permission, and this cultural attitude can be a good thing, but it can also make us more likely to become bystanders. One mom’s ordeal with a black eye confirmed that she needed to speak out and tell her story in hopes of saving someone else’s life.
Siobhan Rennie walked around for a week with a black eye, and she noticed that people looked at her awkwardly. No one ever asked if she was okay.
Had a big night, got into a fight. Except, I didn't. This is a toddler-induced broken cheekbone. What the actual?! Yep, someone decided to 'superman' off the couch and headbutted me right on the cheekbone. Spent most of last night in emergency. One of those freak accidents. Poor little dude was so worried, he didn't sleep until I got home (his face was completely fine though!) 💕 What's the worst injury your child has given you? 👇🏼 #happyweekendtome #toddlersbecray #drugsaregood
Rennie’s black eye was caused by her rambunctious toddler in an accident. It’s a funny story, but she knows all too well that the cause could have been different.
Yes, the fact that my 2 year old broke my cheekbone doing a superman into my face is kinda funny. But there's a serious side to this too…. Walking around the last few days, with my eye like this, has been interesting. I could very well be the victim of domestic violence. Everyone looks and does a double take, awkwardly. Or they turn away. NOT 1 PERSON has asked "are you ok?" Now, you might think I don't know what I'm talking about. Well, unfortunately, I do. A few years ago I was a spokesperson for @whiteribbonaust sharing my domestic violence story. I remember saying that all I wanted was JUST 1 PERSON to ask if I was ok. Just one. I needed help, desperately, and couldn't find it anywhere. I got away, finally. It could have been a lot worse. 1 woman dies every single week in Australia from family violence. It's up to all of us to ask. We can stop this before it happens. "Are you ok?" "Can I help?" Yep, I know you'll feel awkward. It won't be easy. But that person might be so so grateful, it could be life changing for them. Hopefully, they'll tell you a funny story about how their very tall and heavy toddler has a superhero obsession and 'flew' into their face 😊 instead of something a lot lot worse…. Please tag a friend below, comment, share, whatever! We need to spread this far and wide 👇🏼 [📷: my tee by the ever so awesome and my dear friend @blossomandglow.com.au ] #domesticviolence #dv #familyviolence #whiteribbon #nofiltermum #uniteinmotherhood
Rennie was herself a victim of domestic violence. She bravely shared her story with advocacy group White Ribbon Australia.
On the back of PND awareness week, I'm honored to have my story featured over on the @blossomandglow.com.au blog. I count myself so lucky to have founder Kathryn as a friend and can't speak highly enough of her and this initiative (and her fab shop!). If you want to read more about my journey with perinatal anxiety, including my tips for getting through it, head on over to the link in my profile ✌🏼️ [PS absolutely loving my new @blossomandglow.com.au Lace Trim blouse 👌🏼]
“I remember saying that all I wanted was just one person to ask if I was OK. I needed help, desperately, and couldn’t find it anywhere. I got away, finally. It could have been a lot worse,” she said.
She goes on to say, “It’s up to all of us to ask. We can stop this before it happens. Yep, I know you’ll feel awkward. It won’t be easy. But that person might be so so grateful, it could be life changing for them.”
She's still there. My old mate PND. Or is it PNA? Or a combo? Or just plain anxiety? Lurking in the background. Most days, I forget she's there. She's been there 8 or so months now, so I kind of got used to her. The thing that reminds me is that little tablet I take every morning. I tried going off the medication. It didn't work. I felt wound up 24/7 again, so stressed (about any and every little thing) and that dark cloud started to overshadow things again… 😪 So I'm back on the meds. I felt like a failure, massively. I thought I was better. I AM better. I'm doing a few key things differently and they're making the world of difference. But still, my brain says I "shouldn't" be on them. But then I thought, my babes need me to be right. For them. So we can make the most of every day together in this glorious life. I have to continue taking them, for now, for them. Yes, for me, but your priorities kinda change when your little babes arrive right… I'll get there one day. But for now I'm just fine where I am, and enjoying every moment. #pnd #postnatalanxiety #keepingitreal #stigma [PS thank god for Snapchat filters 😂🙌🏼]
Rennie’s story is an important reminder that if you see something that might be wrong, you should say something. You can get over the awkwardness if it means saving a life. Share this story to raise awareness for domestic violence victims everywhere.
If you or someone you know is experiencing domestic violence, the National Domestic Violence Hotline is available 24/7 at 1-800-799-7233.