Stories of Resilience

 

They were already at the second safe house that week when S. was told once more that her then-husband had found them and they needed to go again. The taxi would arrive in 20 minutes…

 

You remember being a kid and waking up Christmas morning before even the crack of dawn, running into the living room to see what Santa had left. The tree is lit, wrapping paper crinkles under little scurrying feet running to grab the next present. It’s magic. At Dixon, we make sure our Christmas isn’t any different…

 

“I am so happy and so happy about all that Dixon has done for me,” a bright, confident and chatty M. expressed. While enthusiasm and joy radiate from M. today, she was clear to say that was once far from the case. When she arrived at Dixon, she was insecure, anxious and in her words, “broken.”

 

From the day they were married as teenagers, he mistreated her. She wanted out, but he shamed her. He told her nobody else would love her or want her. That she was helpless and hopeless without him…

They met as children. They married the first chance they had at the strike of adulthood. She was looking forward to having her own family. When they moved to Vancouver, things began to shift. No longer did they have the accountability of family and a community than knew them. Desperate for control and jealous of her potential of thriving, he kept her isolated and estranged to the new surroundings. He began to hit her…