mike wrote: ↑Mon Oct 10, 2022 7:36 am
I might just have been in the wrong plain groups all my life, but I am not sure if I ever heard of an instance of domestic violence where there was physical abuse. I'm not as sure about verbal/mental abuse, but even with that, I can't really think of specific people or instances. Obviously this doesn't mean it didn't occur.
Ten years ago I would have sincerely said the same thing. And I would have said that, even while living in close proximity to the household where I grew up, where severe verbal, emotional, and occasional physical abuse had been a fact of life for me, my siblings, and my mom since before I was born and was ongoing for her and the siblings still at home.
It's a paradoxical fact that many women in even
physically abusive relationships, if surveyed, will state confidently that they are not victims of abuse. Their own experience is normalized, especially if it reflects the dynamics of the home in which they grew up, and they internalize the abuser's gaslighting to such a degree that they genuinely believe most of the unpleasantness they experience is their own fault.
Reinforcing the self-blame and silence of these Anabaptist women is the consistent refrain of most conservative Anabaptist preaching for wives, which comes across as much in what is omitted as in what is said: Be a sweet, responsive wife, a joy to come home to, learn to always have the house tidy, the children calm, supper steaming on the stovetop, and your own person smiling, good-smelling, and ready to listen to his stresses and problems.
What to do when one does one's best to achieve this nearly impossible challenge and finds it is never good enough to win one the approval and love one craves from the spouse it is meant to please? If this possibility is even acknowledged, the "solution" offered tends to be to "wife harder"―wake up earlier, offer more sex, work harder, submit to every indignity in even more silence, "that you may win him without a word." (Never mind that this counsel of Paul was given to Christian wives married to known unbelievers, not to couples supposedly mutually subject to the oversight of the church and the principles of Matthew 18.)
The result of this blithe, watered-down 1950s-housewife-advice-column approach to marriage teaching is that a wife subject to chronic abuse is never introduced to the recourse the Gospel offers the downtrodden in the context of a mutually accountable redeemed society, the church. She believes God expects her to bear and accept silently every kind of cruelty from the man who vowed at the altar to cherish and support her. It never occurs to her that the process of confrontation and appeal described in Matthew 18 could be for her―that the husband at her side is also her brother in the church, whose callousness toward her destroys the symbolism of Christ and the church, defies God's clearly revealed will for his spiritual growth, and jeopardizes his eternal salvation.
Because the abused wife recognizes none of these things—because the church has left her spiritually ignorant of them, while emphasizing at every turn her responsibility to support, cheerlead, defend, and burnish the reputation of her husband—she may suffer horrific abuse for decades without revealing a hint to her closest friends, much less to the church leaders, who will thus be free to continue in the sincere belief that their marriage teaching has produced a weed-free meadow of flourishing godly marriages.
But suppose a wife does begin to question the paradigm? Suppose she grew up with parents who modeled godly love and respect and had a mother, say, who happened to tell a story of a new wife who put her foot down against her young husband's cruelty and selfishness, who refused to be treated like a barnyard animal, and who saw him repent and grow into godly manhood?
This woman is increasingly certain that the patterns she is experiencing are not normal, not Christian, not like the mutually supportive and nurturing model of marriage she saw in her childhood home. She is sure this is not what Christian marriage is supposed to look like, and her best efforts to play the sweet obedient wife have made no discernible difference.
Tentatively, she approaches her husband about the problem, and he reacts, say, by calling her a filthy four-letter word and telling her he doesn't know why she expects to be treated like the Queen of England if she serves beans fifteen times a week and is always like a wrung-out dishrag at bedtime. She's crushed and vanquished, and the next day he's in a better mood and shows a flicker of affection and kindness, which she gratefully soaks up, and for many months she does her best to be the perfect wife and bears all kinds of indignities without protest. But eventually she is at her wits' end again. The new baby has arrived and is keeping her up nights, she is exhausted and struggling with post-partum depression, and her husband, far from understanding and supporting her, escalates his insults and demands.
After an especially bad episode, in which he loomed over her and clenched his fists after she failed to get the baby quiet when he wanted to sleep, she feels things can't go on like this, and she drops a hint to the minister's wife that married life has been "pretty hard sometimes." The minister's wife is kindly, asks a few questions about the baby, and gives some tips that helped her when she was a new mother. The young wife hints a bit more, asking "Did your husband help much with the children when they were small?" The minister's wife takes the hint and probes a bit into the marriage dynamics, and the wife, embarrassed but desperate, spills a little more of the struggles she is facing―not the fists or the cursing, of course, but more than she's ever told anyone before.
The minister's wife is concerned, and says she will talk to the minister and have him check in with the young husband and see how things are going. The young wife becomes alarmed and says she doesn't know if that's a good idea. "I'm sure it will be better when the baby learns to sleep through the night. Just keep us in prayer, especially that I can learn to be a better mother."
The minister and his wife discuss it, and he decides to call the husband the next day when he knows he'll be on lunch break. After a bit of small talk, he mentions the conversation between their wives and asks how things are going. The husband chuckles apologetically and admits that the arrival of the baby has been "a big adjustment," and he "isn't proud of" some of his responses when the baby keeps them up all night and he is forced to go to work sleep-deprived. To make matters worse, his wife, he says, is like "a different person" since the baby came, and he's still learning how to support her in this new stage of life.
The minister offers some reminiscences of his and his wife's own early family rearing challenges and a few tips for supporting a new mother and baby. The husband thanks him, and requests prayer for both of them to be able to adjust to their roles in the new normal. They hang up and the husband goes back to work.
When the young husband arrives home that evening, he throws the entry door open and closed again with a viciousness that makes his wife jerk up her head in alarm. In two long steps he crosses the kitchen to where she stands at the stove, her mouth hanging open in puzzlement. He pulls her face to within inches of his, and she can feel him shaking.
"HOW DARE YOU go gossiping around to all the ladies about me, you b****! I work myself to the bone to get you a nice house, I put up with your whining day and night, I eat your burned dinners, and THIS is what I get???" He hurls his lunch box into the sink, turns on his heel, and heads to the bathroom for a shower, slamming the bathroom door on the way in.
Later that night, he slaps her for the first time.
A month or so later the minister is at a regional minister's meeting and someone mentions that there's been a lot of talk about domestic violence in the church lately. The minister agrees. "Terrible that such things should be happening in the church. May God have mercy. We are so blessed that we've never had that issue at home. I trust if we ever do, the Lord will give us the wisdom to handle it well."