#evawg

[ewei-nigeria]

Yesterday 22 October 2020, With the support @untrustfundevaw, EWEI organised the Our Safe Spaces (OSS) Sixth Seminar. The topic of the day was "Inclusion in Community Life" #UNTF #EVAWG https://www.instagram.com/p/CGsmU4-hD2j/?igshid=1gio2ncjqhflw

[ewei-nigeria]

Today 8 October 2020, with the support of @untrustfundevaw EWEI hosted the Our Safe Spaces (OSS) Fifth Seminar with the topic " Understanding Our Community". #OSSFifthSeminar #UNTF #EVAWG https://www.instagram.com/p/CGF0jAIBA96/?igshid=109tomm3uluwa

[ewei-nigeria]

Rabia returned home, suffering from pain and fever, and gave her prescription to her husband to buy the medicine for her. But when he saw her name on the prescription he beat her, for revealing it "to a strange man.. Using a woman's name in public is frowned upon and can be considered an insult. Many Afghan men are reluctant to say the names of their sisters, wives or mothers in public. Women are generally only referred to as the mother, daughter or sister of the eldest male in their family, and Afghan law dictates that only the father's name should be recorded on a birth certificate. The problem starts early, when a girl is born. It takes a long time for her to be given a name. Then when a woman is married her name does not appear on her wedding invitations. When she is ill her name does not appear on her prescription, and when she dies her name does not appear on her death certificate or even her headstone. 😥😥😢😢 Story credit: @bbcnews @untrustfundevaw @spotlightinitiative @lacvawng @unwomen #EVAWG https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-53436335 https://www.instagram.com/p/CDIKjAFpnbu/?igshid=1ddtvhzbyev5

[pasifikarising]

‘Poor humanitarian coordination causes more harm than good for women’

‘Poor humanitarian coordination causes more harm than good for women’

The competition for space by donors, intergovernmental agencies and international NGOs in Pacific countries in the aftermath of disasters causes more harm than good, a major regional meeting on ending violence against women has heard.

Poor coordination and a failure to connect with local groups already working on the ground often lead to a waste of resources and do not meet the needs of affected…

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[pasifikarising]

'Home-grown initiatives to end violence against women show better results'

‘Home-grown initiatives to end violence against women show better results’

Home-grown initiatives in the Pacific to address violence against women and girls have better chances of succeeding and bringing about change, than overseas-designed programs that are implemented with good intentions but in the wrong context.

This was a theme of discussions at the eighth meeting of the Pacific Women’s Network Against Violence Against Women taking place this week in Fiji.

Some 60…

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[bellaspadiva]

@Regranned from @oxfamcanada - Together, we are #CreatingSpaces to take action on violence against women and girls. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Creating Spaces is an Oxfam Canada project that takes action to reduce #VAWG, including child, early and forced marriage (CEFM) in 6 countries - Bangladesh, India, Indonesia, Pakistan, Philippines, and Nepal. How? By helping change the attitudes, behaviours, and systems that perpetuate violence against women and girls. ▫️ The research is clear: give women the tools to take an active and equitable role in their society, and change happens across families, communities, and entire cultures. Learn more: Oxfam.ca/creatingspaces ▫️ #womensrights #equality #change #cefm #vawg #evawg #endvaw #Indonesia #Nepal #Bangladesh #India #Pakistan #Phillipines #CreatingSpaces #SayEnough #CreatingSpacesForChange

[philisiwem]

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Love is respect , it is not violent. End violence against women and girls #EVAWG

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Jennifer's Story

TRIGGER WARNING: These stories may contain explicit descriptions of rape, sexual assault, domestic violence, relationship abuse, and other forms of personal violation that may be triggering for survivors of sexual violence.

Originally published on verahouse.org - read more here.

I was 18 years old, and he was 21. He was interested in me, and he was cute. What wasn’t to like? He was my boyfriend and I trusted him. We had been dating about a month when suddenly things turned sour. I never thought my life could come crashing down around me in just one night. But it did. He had been drinking heavily and he wanted to have sex, but I said “no”. I was a virgin at the time. I just wasn’t ready yet. He wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. He used force and violence to get what I wouldn’t willingly  give. He held a knife to my throat and raped me repeatedly throughout the night. (He even went as far as putting the knife inside me, and throwing me into a wall.) You don’t do that to someone you love. You don’t do that to anyone! In my head, I clung to thoughts of the people in my life who I loved and anything I could think of to keep me sane. I thought he was going to kill me. There were times when I wanted him to kill me. Questions flowed through my head: “What did I do to deserve this?”, “Why me?”, “How can I get away?”, “What is he going to do next?” The next morning he drove me back to school as if nothing had happened.

I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do. I vowed never to tell anyone about what had happened. I hid the pain and the bruises hoping no one would ask, but part of me wishing that someone would notice something was desperately wrong. I buried my feelings and the pain for a year. The first anniversary of the rape came and went with sudden feelings of depression. The memories came flooding back. I felt like the rug had been pulled out from underneath me. My world as I knew it shattered like a piece of glass. A month later I finally confided in a friend and cried for three hours. My secret was out. Now what? Help. I needed help in dealing with all the emotions. I put on the mask, pretending to be the “normal” Jen. I would be exhausted by the time night came and I was able to take the mask off. Eventually it became too much to handle. I needed outside help. I told two teachers who I felt could help me cope. I started therapy at school in January. I tried desperately to heal, but things just continued to get worse. I didn’t know how to control my feelings. I was upset, angry, hurt, anxious and sad. I had nightmares, couldn’t focus on my classes, and the things I enjoyed most were a now a burden. There was no end to the pain. I eventually told my mother about what had happened. It felt good to not be hiding it anymore. I wanted nothing but to be normal and happy again...