Wednesday

NCADV Conference Review 1

Well, it's now been a week since the last day of the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence conference--and I said I'd do a review.  I'll start with Friday, July 18.

The hotel was beautiful.  It reminded me of the Titanic.  My children and I felt like royalty walking through the hallways.  I felt out of place at times, wondering if the businessmen there may've thought I was there with "my husband," or better yet, perhaps mistaking me for a call girl/escort.  I know, the strangest things pop into my mind.

The conference began with an institute given by the Battered Women/Former Battered Women Caucus.  I hated to be tardy, and then on top of that, walk into a room full of people that I knew nothing about.  Would I fit in?  I quietly took my seat and immediately was captured by the line of information that was presented.  

I think the question posed was, "What needs to be changed, or addressed concerning the movement?"  The major topics were domestic violence education/awareness and legal action.   I swear everything that was brought up came right from out of my own head...

...Judges need to be educated, the legal system needs to be reformed, father's rights are our archenemies, children have no voice, victims need more of a voice, the domestic violence arena being governmentized (I can't think of the real word)...and so much more.

I couldn't believe the ladies articulated everything that I ever wanted to say.  I can't believe that I spoke up and each time there was such a consensus.  It is the same shit everywhere!  I was comforted in knowing that I wasn't alone, disturbed by the massive prevalence of injustice.  

We represented all around the U.S., some foreign born.  There were a variety of cultures and races. I was astounded at all the color in the room!  There was quite an age range and I may've possibly been the youngest, or one of a couple.  I could hear the wisdom when the older women spoke.  They still remain passionate, dedicated and forward-moving.

Every time I heard someone mention my state(s), or the military, I perked up and turned on my super-hearing.  I needed this knowledge.  They were keen though, because they approached me during the breaks.  I appreciated it.  I needed all the resources I could get.

I left there feeling very proud that I had taken that first step.  I have closed myself in ever since the abuse began, and a decade later, I'm just re-discovering myself.



“One of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his greatest surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn't”--Henry Ford

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