Across Australia, one woman dies every week at the hands of a spouse, ex-spouse, friend, or a lover/former lover…in other words, someone she knew and trusted was responsible for her death.
That is a sad statistic … a shame on societal Australia but it is a common statistic around the world in every democracy…every society where records are logged and archived.
Approximately 80% of all Police ‘Call Outs’ across Australia are to Domestic Violence events. An uproar in the family home with the majority fuelled by alcohol or drugs…in this atmosphere of “stay at home” restrictions caused by the amazing spread of the Delta strain of Covid 19, that reality is only increasing.
A sad statistic…
The Australian Federal Government in its 2021 Budget allocated over AU$3B towards Women’s health and Safety issues…some say it is not enough while others wonder where most of the money will be spent. According to experts in the field of Women’s Security, while the extra amount is welcomed, it does not answer the basic problem…that of the wider community’s acceptance of women’s role in suburbia…the problem is a deep-rooted one which can be improved only by educating the young to learn respect for the other sex…a strategy that will take years to engender the correct attitude towards women’s roles in society.
There are those who will subscribe to the theory that it is all the women’s fault.
If most men were completely honest on the subject, their early childhood and up to early to mid-teenage lives were controlled, educated, and punished by their mother…how men act is a huge consequence of their early years. Mothers were the dominate adult in most cases…and it has steadily worsened because of rising divorce rates where the children of the union are divvied off to the mother…usually…with fathers’ influence paling as time goes on. Mothers continuing to pick up, cook, dress, wash and ensure the house is clean in front of these impressionable young boys…the daughters of this lob-sided ‘arrangement’ see their delta mother…strong attributes which these daughters want to emulate…but the male is not willing to be the subservient example. If that is not a part reason than can we continue to blame most Religions with their continual sermon of a patriarchal world where the ‘little’ woman is the vassal, the servant, and the child bearer?
No matter the basis for this ever-spiralling problem, women are the hunted…the object of men’s base instincts with death stalking women daily.
It had been four or five years since we enjoyed a holiday as a family unit. Sure, we had Muscles and Marge with their triplets join us in a ‘Air BnB’ restored Queenslander house that had accommodated all of us comfortably the last time we had enjoyed that holiday together. It had been a beaut time which my two girls though eighteen-months younger than Muscle and Marge’s triplets, had gelled into a ‘sisterly group’ who spent all their spare time in the inground pool on the premises during that holiday period.
At that time, we had not adopted Danni into our family…and when we did, she bonded with us as though she had been born into our family. Even with all the torment in her younger life, she was way out front in the intelligence stakes and was leapfrogging our Samantha at School. That seemed to wash off both our Sam and Aleesha and the three of them even approaching their teen-age years were particularly close.
We accepted Muscle’s wish to again holiday with us but when we learnt that Marge would not be going with us as she was in the middle of her Law Studies at Sydney University, my concern grew that Tellie would be the one left to care for the triplets on top of our two. Danni was caught in Melbourne with the city in complete Covid shutdown. Nobody moved out of or into the City limits. Bitterly disappointed that she would miss these holidays with us. Our fear of Tellie left to care for all the kids was far from the truth as we spent seven days on the Gold Coast. Muscles usually took all the kids to the Fun Parks like Dreamworld, Sea World, Movie World and Wet and Wild attractions daily and when those money-pullers were spent, we all would walk the sands and enjoy the sights of the Gold Coast. The kids were often too tired to be a problem. Often, with the kids out for the day, Tellie and I had valuable time together just walking along the beach, sitting enjoying an ice-cream together or swimming at either the beach or the adjacent pool where we were staying.
Just what the two of us needed…
We then spent an idyllic five days at Caloundra on the Sunshine Coast north of Brisbane before we had to return to reality…completely relaxed and looking forward to work once again…Covid ready. We were lucky to be able to enter Queensland and were concerned about returning to NSW because Queensland had a nasty habit of closing the NSW/Queensland border at the drop of a hat!
We were extremely fortunate to side-step several of those occurrences as we could still be in Caloundra on the Sunshine Coast of Queensland, locked down until further notice because of a minor Covid scare somewhere in the State. I was a little concerned as such a predicament would put a strain on our finances if it occurred…fortunately, that wasn’t meant to be. We flew over the border of the two States without a hitch, ready to commence working once again in this crazy world.