Amber Heard shouldn't have to 'prove' she was abused by Johnny Depp
Last Friday, actress Amber Heard appeared in Los Angeles Superior Court with a bruised face. According to Heard’s lawyers, her injuries had been caused by soon-to-be-ex husband Johnny Depp, whom Heard’s representatives claimed had a long history of physically and psychologically abusing his partner.
In the wake of Heard’s accusations, much of the media conversation has focused on “proving” the details of the assault. Were Heard’s bruises real? Did Depp actually hit her? Were there any witnesses? But our culture’s focus on the physical evidence of abuse, to the erasure of everything else, demonstrates a fundamental misunderstanding of the dynamics—and effects—of abuse. Photos of bruised arms and black eyes may seem like documentation of an abusive relationship at its worst. But the emotional trauma inflicted by an abusive partner, even one who never raises a fist in anger, can do far greater long term damage than any physical pain. And in our “pix or it didn’t happen” culture, we not only tend to ignore the impact of this type of abuse—we actively make it more difficult for victims to recognize, identify, and escape from.
Abusive relationships are often divided into two distinct categories: physically abusive and emotionally abusive. The former is what most people think of when they talk about intimate partner violence; it’s the stories of battered bodies and black eyes that make the news and send people to jail. No one’s deeply damaged sense of self worth will ever wind up plastered across the pages of TMZ the way photos of a bruised and bloodied Rihanna did. Because physical abuse has concrete effects, and is punishable through the legal system, it’s often seen as more serious than emotional abuse. A partner who physically threatens you poses a risk to your safety and possibly even your life; one who humiliates, belittles, and gaslights you is just a bad relationship.
No one’s deeply damaged sense of self worth will ever wind up plastered across the pages of TMZ the way photos of a bruised and bloodied Rihanna did.
When I was eighteen, I met the man who’d become my first serious boyfriend. Within days of knowing each other we were already dating, four months in we’d moved in together. Over the course of our three-plus year relationship, he systematically chipped away at my sense of self worth, undermined my social safety net, and manipulated me so badly I began to question my very perception of reality. My relationship with my sister began to crumble as my partner openly insulted her and tried to convince me she was actually an enemy. I lost confidence in my abilities, becoming convinced that I was tone deaf, sexually undesirable, and utterly incapable of finding someone else to love me. And every time I would fight back, angry at yet another violation of my boundaries, my partner would come back even harder, turning my accusations against me and twisting the truth until I became convinced that I was the one at fault.