I never thought too much into the expression, “One Picture Worth Ten Thousand Words”. It first appeared as an ad on March 10, 1927, in an issue of Barnard.
A lot of the time my phone would be siftesd through with a fine tooth comb by my ex. Any notes I had made or dates referencing the more serious incidents were deleted never to be found or used when reporting the violence. I learnt to take photos and use them to remember incidents, then the date stamp and time on the photo used when reporting incidents. A lot of the time they weren’t even photos that related to the incident.
One in particular was a picture of a tree. It was taken on the 15th of December 2016. The night before was the night I had my head smashed into a window sill. I was made to sit on the floor of The kitchen while he drank bottle after bottle of straight alcohol. As he finished them he smashed them on the concrete floor in front of me, showering me in glass. I saw an opening, went to run but was slammed into the kitchen cupboards. I was then dragged & ended up on my sons bed. As I was trying to cover him underneath me I had my hair grabbed and head slammed into the window sill. After the incident I left the property as he was too intoxicated & my mother had my son. I sat at the beach until the following morning. This photo was taken while sitting alone the following day.
Eventually when I made the report photos such as this helped me do an accurate timeline. It’s sad that a beautiful photo such as this can make me think of such a horrible incident.