I've had two recent reminders that something about me marks me as an ideal victim.
In my childhood and teens I was abused/assaulted/ groomed/ by four different, wholly unconnected people. Two were total strangers to me before the relevant day. Yet each knew I would be the one to use.
Yesterday I saw in the papers that one former colleague is being tried for stalking and sending threatening to another, after she rejected his advances. Initially it was just an interesting bit of gossip, but then I remembered how he used to invite me into his office, take every chance to get into conversation, pop in to see me in my office regularly and for no good reason. The other woman in my office regularly joked "Oh, he likes you", but I just thought he was a bit of a prat. Never had any sort of instinctive warning about him, but he obviously recognised something in me.
The other reminder is just too complex to unravel here. I tried in my diary and my mind just won't.
What really distresses me is that both things happened in the couple of years before the delayed onset of my PTSD, when I was at my mentally healthiest ever. Yet still that label persists. And still my ability to recognise danger was absent. It makes me feel so vulnerable.
In my childhood and teens I was abused/assaulted/ groomed/ by four different, wholly unconnected people. Two were total strangers to me before the relevant day. Yet each knew I would be the one to use.
Yesterday I saw in the papers that one former colleague is being tried for stalking and sending threatening to another, after she rejected his advances. Initially it was just an interesting bit of gossip, but then I remembered how he used to invite me into his office, take every chance to get into conversation, pop in to see me in my office regularly and for no good reason. The other woman in my office regularly joked "Oh, he likes you", but I just thought he was a bit of a prat. Never had any sort of instinctive warning about him, but he obviously recognised something in me.
The other reminder is just too complex to unravel here. I tried in my diary and my mind just won't.
What really distresses me is that both things happened in the couple of years before the delayed onset of my PTSD, when I was at my mentally healthiest ever. Yet still that label persists. And still my ability to recognise danger was absent. It makes me feel so vulnerable.