Warning: This post discusses domestic violence and may be triggering for some readers.
Twenty-six. That’s how many Australian women have been killed by a current or former partner during the last 20 weeks. Many were in their own homes with neighbours mere meters away.
Whether those neighbours suspected or overheard anything is not certain. But what is clear is that every day, there will be ordinary Australians who overhear alarming sounds coming from our neighbour’s homes, and when this happens, tragically, all too many of us will freeze.
I should know. Because despite being an anti-domestic violence advocate, I recently found myself listening to an explosive and violent argument that was occurring in a neighbour’s home, and my first instinct was to freeze.
Moments earlier I had wandered out on to my back veranda to investigate yelling sounds I could hear coming from inside a neighbour’s home. A male voice was screaming threats at full volume at a woman, calling her “a bitch”, “a f–king useless c-nt”, and telling her that he resented their children (I hadn’t realised they had any).
Then I heard bangs. And sickening crashes. And screaming.
And again I stood there frozen: panicked, overwhelmed, and utterly immobile.
In the next moment my fiancé rushed out from the garage, and his presence was enough to break my stupor and propel me in to action. I told him I was calling the police. He told me I was doing the right thing. I told him that I was scared. He told me that he had my back.