The kind of abuse that drives women to refuges goes far beyond broken arms and black eyes, however terrible such things are. Abusers diminish their victims, making them feel worthless, useless, incompetent, unlovable, stupid, ugly, bad mothers and many other loathsome things. It takes a massive amount of courage to leave a familiar life – however gruesome that life may be – and your home, perhaps with your children too. That in itself is emotionally exhausting and fear of being found and taken back is constant and desperately wearing.
The understanding and support of other women – both workers and other residents of the shelter – is a vital part of the healing process, which can take a very long time and is often two steps forward, one step back. Even with all the help available some victims cannot bring themselves to confide all the ghastly details of what they have been through, especially if they have endured sexual as well as violent abuse. (Although I would argue that sexual abuse is violent abuse.) Certainly there are some things that I never spoken of to anyone – therapist, GP, close women friends or family – and still have nightmares about. Talking to a man about such things is inconceivable.
Any woman in such a vulnerable state needs the absolute security of being inaccessible to men – any men, however kind and caring and however they choose to define themselves. Such a woman can no longer trust her own judgement – that's part of the abuser's process of undermining her – so she needs and deserves breathing space in a wholly safe environment and that means one in which she feels wholly safe. The presence of biological men whom she has never previously met and has no reason to trust would not provide that environment. Quite the opposite, in fact.