Hi everyone,
So my trauma occurred when I was living in another country in high school (2015-16) and I went back for the first time this summer. I decided to go to the police and press charges against the man who sexually assaulted me. There was a translator there so I didn’t have to give the report in my second language and she was really sweet. The police man was relatively sympathetic but wasn’t inappropriate or rude. Anyways, I’m posting because I went back to work two days after coming home from this whole ordeal and then classes started immediately after. I shoved my copy of the police report away and didn’t find it until I was cleaning tonight. Now I can’t stop staring at it. I guess I just didn’t process how big of a deal this was? It wasn’t a particularly negative experience and it obviously wasn’t fun so I don’t know why I feel sad when I look at it? Maybe in some ways it’s a validation that what happened to me was Real and Bad and Traumatic. It just all feels so heavy. I guess I thought it might’ve lightened the load I carry but it hasn’t and things still feel very difficult and heavy. I don’t know if any of you have had any experiences following a police report but any support is much appreciated :)
So my trauma occurred when I was living in another country in high school (2015-16) and I went back for the first time this summer. I decided to go to the police and press charges against the man who sexually assaulted me. There was a translator there so I didn’t have to give the report in my second language and she was really sweet. The police man was relatively sympathetic but wasn’t inappropriate or rude. Anyways, I’m posting because I went back to work two days after coming home from this whole ordeal and then classes started immediately after. I shoved my copy of the police report away and didn’t find it until I was cleaning tonight. Now I can’t stop staring at it. I guess I just didn’t process how big of a deal this was? It wasn’t a particularly negative experience and it obviously wasn’t fun so I don’t know why I feel sad when I look at it? Maybe in some ways it’s a validation that what happened to me was Real and Bad and Traumatic. It just all feels so heavy. I guess I thought it might’ve lightened the load I carry but it hasn’t and things still feel very difficult and heavy. I don’t know if any of you have had any experiences following a police report but any support is much appreciated :)