@Echo, bad news police can't do anything. The evidence doesn't line up, his alibis checked out. They think I just had a flashback and think that it's my mental illness that made me think my uncle attacked me.
They were polite about it but it still is hurtful to have someone say that you probably just inflicted the injuries on yourself and don't remember doing it because you dissociate and have PTSD. Initially they thought I was just downright lying because I never saw justice for something that clearly happened when I was younger, except it's not that at all, it has nothing to do with justice and everything to do with needing to feel safe.
I need to feel safe where I live and work, I need to feel like I can stop looking over my shoulder all the time, I need to stop feeling like I have to be hyper vigilant. I told the officers today that I need to be able to walk to my car and see a random beer bottle and not wonder if it is a threat or just a coincidence. I think they understand now that this isn't an issue of lying to see justice served for past incidents, but rather PTSD completely screwing with my ability to see events how they happen.
It came as a huge shock to me, I was fine emotionally, held it together, was ok talking to the officers until shortly after being told that it was impossible for it to have been this family member. After that the fear and panic that I don't actually have control over my PTSD, that it is winning and I'm not doing as well managing it as I thought.
The thought of being that controlled by my symptoms, to the point of not even knowing what the heck actually happened to me is very scary. Not just that but it is completely humiliating to find out how your own mind has betrayed you and you find out in front of people who don't know you, your history, or really understand anything about what your illnesses can potentially do.
I'm mortified that I had a flashback or whatever the heck that was and I went and reported to the police. It makes me look like I'm purposely accusing someone who did nothing (this time around), and if anything ever does happen in the future they won't take me seriously, not to mention I don't think I would ever be confident enough in my own memory to ever go to the police again. How can I trust myself to report when clearly my mind betrayed me? After they realized that I wasn't lying to them to try and convict him, it was like "oh this poor mentally ill girl is too sick to realize what is real and what isn't". I'm just not ok right now.
I called the social worker before I left the police station, they shut off the cameras and let me stay in the room in private to call her. I was sobbing on the phone telling her what happened.
That I don't know what happened, I can't trust my own mind, that I'm scared because clearly I don't remember what happened. I'm scared because I didn't think I was doing THIS bad, bad enough to not know a flashback from reality. I'm scared, I feel unsafe for a whole new set of reasons now - I don't know when I'm dissociating or checking out anymore. I can't trust anything I feel or see anymore. I feel truly crazy now. The social worker is having me call her again tomorrow before I go to work, and then I physically see her on Thursday.
I can say that I feel more desperate to end this craziness than I have before. I'm not worth fighting for. I'm clearly not as self aware as I once thought. I wish my T wasn't on vacation right now. If I'm even around in 2 weeks I'm really not going to be in good shape. I need to be locked up or committed.