racheldiane
Bronze Member
I was at the gym today and got a snapchat from my rapist. I haven't talked to him in over a year and was really triggered and confused seeing his face again. In a disassociative episode I went to his house to confront him. When I got close, I called a friend and told him what was going on, and to call the police if he hadn't heard from me in an hour (I didn't know what was gonna happen). I went up and knocked. his father answered the door and invited me in (he seemed kinda suspicious outright, I'm not sure why). I asked if I could talk to Bryan, and he asked if he was expecting me and I said no. He asked how I got the address and I said "from the police report." He was confused and asked where I knew him from. I paused, and just said it. "He raped me." I didn't go over there with the intentions of doing anything like that. I don't even really know why I went over there. My rapist's mother and father were in the room. She didn't say anything but he told me to leave and seemed angry. So I got up and left in a haze. It was all very surreal and now I'm having second thoughts. I'm feeling like I might have just accused a totally innocent guy (the detective told me it was him, and he was suspect in a few other rape cases but I was drugged so I don't remember. I KNOW it was him, I just am having second thoughts now that I actually did something). I know he raped me, but it feels like a lot to actually say that to his parents without any concrete proof. At the same time, I think that's just my PTSD doubting me (every other person around me knows it was him based on the evidence there was). I'm feeling like an asshole because I never wanted his family to know, I know that in theory he's a rapist and everyone should know that but in practice I just don't want anyone else to get hurt any more. I left and now I'm at home, I wrote a letter and sent it in the mail to them (his parents). Here is what I said.
Dear Mr. and Ms. <last name>,
This is Emily <last name>, the girl who visited your home today.
I’ve thought about confronting Bryan for a long time now, and I’m sorry that when I finally did I dropped so much heartache on you and your family. That wasn’t how I imagined it would happen, and I never actually intended to tell you what happened to me. I’m sure that I’ve caused a lot of pain for you two, and all this time that was the exact opposite of how I wanted this to turn out. Bryan contacted me for the first time in over a year and I was so confused and triggered by the snapchat he sent me and seeing his face again. I was in such shock when I talked to you two, and the words just kind of fell out of my mouth. I’m sorry you had to hear such a thing about your son, I know it must be hard.
I hope that if any good comes out of this it is that Bryan receives help for his illness. I hope this encounter will prevent other women from suffering the way I have. For the last year and a half, what has tormented me above all else is knowing that I was not the first person to be hurt this way, and that I would probably not be the last. I hope that now he is able to receive some sort of aid for his illness, and at the very least someone will be there to look over his shoulder, and hopefully he will feel like he can’t get away with it any more.
Again, I am sorry that it happened this way. I do not want to put the burden on you two to deal with your son’s choices, and I hope to God that you two do not feel responsible for them. His decisions are his own, and if he may never face justice for them, I take solace in the fact that somebody close to him knows and may be able to intervene.
I am sorry for my outburst. This was honestly not how I wanted any of this to happen.
Sincerely,
Emily
I tried to write it as honestly as I could. I didn't actually 'outburst' at them at all, but I wrote it that way because I'm hoping it makes me sound more sorry. I honestly feel really bad but I'm also hoping that because someone close to him knows now, they'll be able to do something about it. I don't know.
I attached the phone number of the detective who worked on my case. I don't know how much she is allowed to tell them and I know she's probably going to think I'm stupid and rash for doing this. I called and left her a voicemail to give her a heads up. This is probably going to be a huge headache for her.
I feel really odd now, like I finally got closure but at the same time I'm so skeptical of it. I don't know. I really hope that this is going to prevent it from happening again, otherwise I just caused a bunch of heartache and pain for some innocent people for nothing. I'm just really feeling mixed right now.
Dear Mr. and Ms. <last name>,
This is Emily <last name>, the girl who visited your home today.
I’ve thought about confronting Bryan for a long time now, and I’m sorry that when I finally did I dropped so much heartache on you and your family. That wasn’t how I imagined it would happen, and I never actually intended to tell you what happened to me. I’m sure that I’ve caused a lot of pain for you two, and all this time that was the exact opposite of how I wanted this to turn out. Bryan contacted me for the first time in over a year and I was so confused and triggered by the snapchat he sent me and seeing his face again. I was in such shock when I talked to you two, and the words just kind of fell out of my mouth. I’m sorry you had to hear such a thing about your son, I know it must be hard.
I hope that if any good comes out of this it is that Bryan receives help for his illness. I hope this encounter will prevent other women from suffering the way I have. For the last year and a half, what has tormented me above all else is knowing that I was not the first person to be hurt this way, and that I would probably not be the last. I hope that now he is able to receive some sort of aid for his illness, and at the very least someone will be there to look over his shoulder, and hopefully he will feel like he can’t get away with it any more.
Again, I am sorry that it happened this way. I do not want to put the burden on you two to deal with your son’s choices, and I hope to God that you two do not feel responsible for them. His decisions are his own, and if he may never face justice for them, I take solace in the fact that somebody close to him knows and may be able to intervene.
I am sorry for my outburst. This was honestly not how I wanted any of this to happen.
Sincerely,
Emily
I tried to write it as honestly as I could. I didn't actually 'outburst' at them at all, but I wrote it that way because I'm hoping it makes me sound more sorry. I honestly feel really bad but I'm also hoping that because someone close to him knows now, they'll be able to do something about it. I don't know.
I attached the phone number of the detective who worked on my case. I don't know how much she is allowed to tell them and I know she's probably going to think I'm stupid and rash for doing this. I called and left her a voicemail to give her a heads up. This is probably going to be a huge headache for her.
I feel really odd now, like I finally got closure but at the same time I'm so skeptical of it. I don't know. I really hope that this is going to prevent it from happening again, otherwise I just caused a bunch of heartache and pain for some innocent people for nothing. I'm just really feeling mixed right now.