I’d like to say that I fell into prevention the way I fall into most things: head first, with a big splash! I’d like to say that I really got it – right from the start! …that I jumped in with both feet and swam like a champ.
But that would be a lie. I didn’t jump right in.
I actually put my baby toe in, just like I did months after the face dive on the water skis: frozen, dazed, and confused.
Imagine telling someone who’s seen, heard, and breathed in a humming, screaming, and sometimes silent yet angry sea of women and children enclosed in a secret society just for victims of intimate partner violence…that a creature called violence prevention exists??
Yes, I stumbled in. Trying to look smart. But of course everybody knew I was clueless. I couldn’t understand that a mystical place existed – one where the use of force, threat, intimidation, and harassment never happened in the first place.
A world where I didn’t have to get into a heated moral or constitutional debate over a woman’s, or a man’s, right to wear six-inch heels with a two-inch skirt…
…because it’s prevention, the violent act didn’t occur in the first place.