Domestic abuse in LGBT relationships: why aren’t we talking about it?

I was tortured for two years.

Not in the conventional sense. My tormentor wasn’t fond of physical restraints. Her fits of rage never left me with cuts, bruises or broken bones. In fact, there wasn’t a single visible sign of the pain she inflicted…and that’s the way she preferred it.

To an observer, I was completely free and yet I lived in utter captivity.

It’s no secret that domestic abuse is a pervasive problem in our society. Nearly half of all women and men in the US have experienced psychological aggression, or emotional abuse, by “an intimate partner” in their lifetime and emotional abuse is largely considered to be the most common form of abuse. 

And yet, after enduring two years of torment, I couldn’t help but wonder: how did I miss it? If it’s so common, then why wasn’t I able to recognize the signs?

They had been drilled into me since I was a child. “Don’t date a man who tells you what to wear, where to go or who to hang out with.” “Don’t let a man pressure you into sex when you want to say no.” “Find a nice guy, someone who respects you and treats you well.” 

And that’s when I realized it.

I was only prepared to recognize the hallmarks of heterosexual abuse. As a lesbian woman, who was raised by two heterosexual parents in an exceedingly heterosexual community, I had no reference for a healthy lesbian relationship. My knowledge of queer romances stemmed solely from fleeting displays of affection on TV. [Hands up if you remember Alex and Marissa on the OC]. 


While these teen dramas were on the forefront of pushing LGBTQ representation in media, many inadvertently normalized toxic behavior. They depicted women as innately more emotional than men, so two women together was just a powder keg of uncontrollable emotion. As a result, intensity and obsession was considered to be romantic or desirable in lesbian relationships. The lack of positive, realistic and healthy queer romances left me with no idea of what abusive behavior actually looked like between two women.

It’s estimated that 1 in 4 LGBTQ people experience domestic abuse and yet it’s rarely discussed or reported. And I can understand why.

I didn’t discuss it myself. Not even when I was a crumpled mess, sobbing on the kitchen floor unable to trust my own thoughts. I didn’t tell anyone. I even made up lies about how well she was treating me.

Why it’s not discussed:

Growing up in a conservative Catholic environment, I was taught to believe that homosexuality was inherently sinful. Gay people, when acting upon their disordered nature, were “tearing their souls” from God. I even had a woman tell me that, “gay relationships only result in depression, drug addiction and suicide.”

When I came out, I vowed to prove them wrong. I wanted everyone to see how much happier I was being open and confident in my sexuality. I wouldn’t settle for anything less than perfect.

So, when my first serious relationship with a woman turned toxic, I refused to admit it. lgbt-4Despite desperately needing help and slowly drowning in a situation I couldn’t control, the thought of admitting the abused I experienced seemed so much worse. To me, it meant that I had failed. I was nothing more than another disordered, suicidal lesbian who got what she deserved.

Many months later, I discovered that this is actually one of the reasons LGBTQ people don’t report abuse. We’re afraid to show a “lack of solidarity” with other LGBTQ people. We view discussing this topic as a betrayal of our community because we think it’ll confirm society’s assumption that same-sex relationships are inherently dysfunctional.

But that isn’t true.

I wish I could scream it from the mountaintops. If you are being abused, then please seek help. It doesn’t matter if you’re straight, gay, queer, trans, cis, asexual, etc. You do not deserve to endure abuse.  You are not betraying your community by coming forward and ending abuse. Being controlled by an abuser is just another closet that you don’t deserve to be in. There is bravery in admitting that you need help.

My story:

I met my abuser shortly after graduating from college. I had a job I loved, lived in a gorgeous place and was finally comfortable with my sexuality.

And then I met her.

(For the sake of privacy, I’ll just refer to her as Grace.) She had been out since she was a teenager and I admired her ability to be so brazenly gay. Grace spent her days caring for those with severe physical handicaps, occasionally volunteered with the food insecure and planned on spending her life tending to the sick. She seemed perfect… right? 

main-qimg-d1e1b795ab498eba58f85ecdf4cd89e4Unfortunately, that’s the tricky thing with abuse. It doesn’t discriminate. Perpetuators could be involved in objectively good ventures like pushing for social progress or healing the sick and still be abusive. Too often we think of abusers as rotten to the core. It’s almost like we’re expecting them to sprout horns and wear a glowing “abuser” sign around their necks. But abusers typically have many attractive and redeeming qualities. Sometimes they’ll lay with you when you’re sick to your stomach. Sometimes they’ll listen to your problems and offer compassionate, unbiased advice. Sometimes they’ll be thoughtful and overwhelmingly kind. But that’s exactly the problem–only sometimes.Occasional good behavior does not excuse months, or even moments, of terror.

Insidious in nature, emotional abuse can pollute even the strongest mind. Like ink dropped in a glass of water, the abuse spreads slowly. Without you even noticing, its roots extend in every direction, twisting and turning. Each passing day deepens the hue little by little until it has completely altered the liquid’s color. Then you’re left to wonder, “How did this happen to me?”

And my story is no different.

Interestingly, I never even intended to date Grace. At the time, I was nursing a broken heart and was quite clear about needing to be alone. Despite agreeing we’d remain friends, she pursued me heavily, was extremely affectionate and even admitted months later that: “I wanted you and I was going to find a way to have you.”

This phenomenon is called “love bombing.” It’s a form of psychological manipulation where an love-bomb-graphic-love-bombing-relationships-romance-1abuser is excessively loving in an attempt to manipulate you into a relationship. Once obtaining the relationship they start to become mean and unreasonable. However, the love bombing stage has been described as “pure, unadulterated ecstasy…the excessive praise and flattery the predator showers on the prey might as well be crack cocaine.”  This figurative high makes it difficult for survivors of abuse to realize the love is all manufactured.

For me, it took Grace about two weeks to become my serious girlfriend. Despite knowing I needed to be alone, I had somehow fallen into a committed, highly possessive relationship without fully realizing it.

Like most abusive relationships, the toxic behavior started slowly. Every so often she’d get intensely angry over small stressors or randomly question the “true” nature of my friendships. At first, I was completely bewildered by these seemingly out-of-character moments. I knew that she had suddenly lost a close family member, so I’d excuse her bad behavior as a reaction to trauma. I just assumed she was having trouble processing her grief and I admonished myself for not being more considerate or understanding of her needs.

file.jpgBut, as I realized months later, this is how emotional abuse frequently begins. It “starts with something small, such as your partner snapping at you for something that you wouldn’t expect them to. It goes against everything they started off as [in the love bombing stage] often it is brushed off.”

The first time Grace broke her charming facade was after we had spent a really nice day together. We were about to say goodnight when, out of nowhere, Grace told me she couldn’t be with me anymore. Completely shocked, I asked why? She told me that she couldn’t trust me because I was close friends with my ex. I reminded Grace that she was also best friends with her ex girlfriend but she insisted my situation was different than hers.

Thinking that our relationship was ending, I began to cry. Within seconds, Grace went from refusing to look at me to suddenly holding me, wiping away my tears and kissing my face. She apologized and told me that we could work through anything together. She admitted that she’d been cheated on, claiming it’s a sensitive subject. “I just feel so intensely, a way I’ve never felt before, and I don’t want to lose you.” Bewildered by the exchange, I just nodded and forgave her. That was the first time she broke up with me.

Over the course of our relationship, she would break up with me nine more times. Once


because because I “valued my friends too much,” another time because I didn’t text her enough during my cousin’s wedding, a third time because I asked to meet her friends (which she found to be “suffocating” and “pointless”) and yet another time when she went through my phone and accused me of deleting text messages.

It’s easy to look at my story and think “I’m too strong for this to happen to me,” “I know better than to get myself involved with someone like that” or “I would have left before it got that bad.” However, it’s important to note that I once said the same naive things after hearing about abuse. I didn’t fully understand the oppressive, all consuming nature of psychological abuse until I was actually being abused.

Abusers find a way to make you question your worth, your intelligence and your own thoughts. They intentionally create a codependent relationship so it’s difficult for you to leave. You’re falsely led to believe that they, and only they, can make you whole. If you don’t have them, then you have nothing. For LGBTQ people, it is especially challenging to leave an abuser because they may 1) be the only one who knows your orientation/gender identity or 2) the only support you have due to lack of familial/ communal relationships.

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Please, don’t be like me. Reach out, get help and talk about domestic abuse in LGBTQ+ relationships.

These are LGBTQ friendly resources.

Love is Respect Hotline: 1-866-331-99474 (24/7) or Text “loveis” 22522

LGBT National Help Center:Hotline 1-800-246-PRIDE (1-800-246-7743) or chat online:

The Anti-Violence Project–  offers a 24 hour, bilingual hotline (212)-714-1124

FORGE: Assists transgender and gender nonconforming survivors of domestic and sexual violence

The Network La Red serves LGBTQ, poly, and kink/BDSM survivors of abuse and it has a bilingual hotline:- 617-742-4911

Northwest Network: For LGBT survivors of abuse. The hotline number is – 206-568-7777

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3 thoughts on “Domestic abuse in LGBT relationships: why aren’t we talking about it?

  1. I found this interesting and relatable. So glad you’re out of that situation and able to write about it so others that are possibly in an emotionally abusive relationship and not aware of it may be able to connect the dots.