FindingMyself88
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Ok so last week me and my therapist were talking about the rape and about how I have opened up and told a few people. The common thing I am asked and then told is "Why didn't I report it?" and then "You know he is probably doing this to other young women." We start EMDR tomorrow on the rape for the now 3rd time. First time I had dissociated too much of it. Then the second time I was not in a safe enough place.
Here is the thing.. I don't know him, I don't even know his name. It was dark and all I know is he is white and has curly dark hair. I lived with college roommates and one went through boyfriends like candy. It was a random friend of a current boyfriend of hers. She let them all come and stay the night, they were high and drunk. Her and her boyfriend left to get something and he came in while I was asleep and raped me. I was too ashamed. I should've locked my door! I KNEW guys were staying the night. My roommate didn't even know the guy!
So, back to talking with my T. We were talking about what people were asking and my therapist told me that if at any point I felt I wanted to report him, she would be by my side, go with me to the station and court if it went that far. But it would basically be my word against his. Plus growing up my parents were in a fierce custody battle and my real dad was physically abusive. Mom was emotionally but I didn't know it at the time. Anyways despite the bruises, broken bones, sexual abuse from his current wife, "kidnapping (where he took off with me)".... the courts didn't do anything but put me through literal emotional hell. So I cannot face court again, even the thought of Jury Duty terrifies me.
My T understands and says this is fine, that the important thing is me being able to heal. Basically what she is suppose to say. Others say they don't blame me and its not my fault, but I feel like they are secretly judging me for not reporting him.
The past few nights I have had nightmares of somehow finding out who the bastard was and taking him to court. They had me up on the stand and everyone is laughing at me and yelling at me, telling me I'm a liar while he is in front of me telling me the things he told me on that night in a whisper so no one else could hear... He told me that "I knew I wanted it. I didn't want to be the only one not getting laid that night. That I was fat bitch and that I was lucky to even get it."
I deserve these nightmares. I deserve them for not reporting him when I could. I should've. I deserve them for not locking my door.
It feels like it's all one big nightmare and I can't wake up.
Here is the thing.. I don't know him, I don't even know his name. It was dark and all I know is he is white and has curly dark hair. I lived with college roommates and one went through boyfriends like candy. It was a random friend of a current boyfriend of hers. She let them all come and stay the night, they were high and drunk. Her and her boyfriend left to get something and he came in while I was asleep and raped me. I was too ashamed. I should've locked my door! I KNEW guys were staying the night. My roommate didn't even know the guy!
So, back to talking with my T. We were talking about what people were asking and my therapist told me that if at any point I felt I wanted to report him, she would be by my side, go with me to the station and court if it went that far. But it would basically be my word against his. Plus growing up my parents were in a fierce custody battle and my real dad was physically abusive. Mom was emotionally but I didn't know it at the time. Anyways despite the bruises, broken bones, sexual abuse from his current wife, "kidnapping (where he took off with me)".... the courts didn't do anything but put me through literal emotional hell. So I cannot face court again, even the thought of Jury Duty terrifies me.
My T understands and says this is fine, that the important thing is me being able to heal. Basically what she is suppose to say. Others say they don't blame me and its not my fault, but I feel like they are secretly judging me for not reporting him.
The past few nights I have had nightmares of somehow finding out who the bastard was and taking him to court. They had me up on the stand and everyone is laughing at me and yelling at me, telling me I'm a liar while he is in front of me telling me the things he told me on that night in a whisper so no one else could hear... He told me that "I knew I wanted it. I didn't want to be the only one not getting laid that night. That I was fat bitch and that I was lucky to even get it."
I deserve these nightmares. I deserve them for not reporting him when I could. I should've. I deserve them for not locking my door.
It feels like it's all one big nightmare and I can't wake up.