Hi all. I'm just going to launch in because I'm completely freaked out right now.
In 2001 a man I was interviewing for a feature broke into my place and tried to kill me. He was very drunk and didn't have a weapon, and I think that, along with a few other factors, are what saved my life. I moved towns as soon as he was in jail and the police had told me they'd fly me out for the trial. I was just too scared to stay. He had murdered a 17 year old in Cape Town before me, and there was a lot of really horrible gang violence in his life as well. When I interviewed him, he told me he'd left the gang and had started a new life. I would have done things differently if I hadn't believed that he was truly out of the gang.
The police 'lost' my statement repeatedly over the next year. Every time I phoned, there was no longer a file, so I'd write another statement and then they'd lose that, and so it went. So eventually I just gave up. I felt deeply guilty about having done so, and also fearful because I always wondered if I'd run into him somewhere. I should add that he didn't rape me. That made the recovery a lot easier.
In the past year, I had noticed I was no longer feeling traumatised and could even talk about the entire incident without dissociating, so I decided I'd finally put those interviews to use and write the feature. I pitched it, and the editor wants it, so I was researching and I found
a) Videos of him being interviewed on youtube. I watched them and it was traumatic to say the least. It was a shock.
b) Found out that he was put back in prison and had been murdered in his cell for 'having left the gang' which I know he never did, given the murder I know about and the attempt on my life.
The point is, he's dead. And that should be a good thing. I no longer have to worry about what I didn't do to get him off the streets. He's gone. And I know I can't ever run into him anywhere, so I'm not threatened anymore. So why do I feel I have been taken all the way back to 2001? I am completely retraumatised. The attack and the videos and the death have not left my mind for a second today. I feel as though he just attacked me yesterday. My heart feels sore, I am dissociated, I'm having weird kind of fear flashbacks or something. I locked my balcony door last night when I went to sleep for the first time since I moved in here. I was scared. I guess I am scared. I got scared of the beggar today who is always, always on the corner and who has never scared me in the least. What is this about? Why do I feel traumatised instead of relieved. His death has had a major impact on me but it doesn't feel like a positive one at all.
In 2001 a man I was interviewing for a feature broke into my place and tried to kill me. He was very drunk and didn't have a weapon, and I think that, along with a few other factors, are what saved my life. I moved towns as soon as he was in jail and the police had told me they'd fly me out for the trial. I was just too scared to stay. He had murdered a 17 year old in Cape Town before me, and there was a lot of really horrible gang violence in his life as well. When I interviewed him, he told me he'd left the gang and had started a new life. I would have done things differently if I hadn't believed that he was truly out of the gang.
The police 'lost' my statement repeatedly over the next year. Every time I phoned, there was no longer a file, so I'd write another statement and then they'd lose that, and so it went. So eventually I just gave up. I felt deeply guilty about having done so, and also fearful because I always wondered if I'd run into him somewhere. I should add that he didn't rape me. That made the recovery a lot easier.
In the past year, I had noticed I was no longer feeling traumatised and could even talk about the entire incident without dissociating, so I decided I'd finally put those interviews to use and write the feature. I pitched it, and the editor wants it, so I was researching and I found
a) Videos of him being interviewed on youtube. I watched them and it was traumatic to say the least. It was a shock.
b) Found out that he was put back in prison and had been murdered in his cell for 'having left the gang' which I know he never did, given the murder I know about and the attempt on my life.
The point is, he's dead. And that should be a good thing. I no longer have to worry about what I didn't do to get him off the streets. He's gone. And I know I can't ever run into him anywhere, so I'm not threatened anymore. So why do I feel I have been taken all the way back to 2001? I am completely retraumatised. The attack and the videos and the death have not left my mind for a second today. I feel as though he just attacked me yesterday. My heart feels sore, I am dissociated, I'm having weird kind of fear flashbacks or something. I locked my balcony door last night when I went to sleep for the first time since I moved in here. I was scared. I guess I am scared. I got scared of the beggar today who is always, always on the corner and who has never scared me in the least. What is this about? Why do I feel traumatised instead of relieved. His death has had a major impact on me but it doesn't feel like a positive one at all.