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I went to graduate school - moved to a city 300 miles from home, PONSTEL interactions, from my comfort zone. I didn't know a soul. I was shopping one day at Bed, Bath, and Beyond, and had a massive panic attack. I knew then that I couldn't keep hiding from this. I scheduled an appointment at the University Counseling Center and met with a fantastic counselor who really helped me work through the fear, anxiety, anger, and sadness I was feeling. By the end of my 14 months in grad school I wasn't the same girl I had been before I was raped, but I was definitely closer to being her than I'd been for months.
I did eventually tell my mom. And J. And our other friends. J was shocked. He stopped answering calls from C, and would ignore him when he saw him. Three years after I was raped, I saw C out at a local bar. I totally froze...and then burst into tears in the arms of the man who is now my fiancee. We'd only been casually dating for three months, but he knew what had happened to me. I think it took everything in him to stay with me and not go after C, PONSTEL FOR SALE.
I felt betrayed. I felt betrayed by my own body, somehow. For a long time, I was racked with feelings of guilt. I felt guilty calling what happened to me a "rape." I wasn't held down, there was no weapon involved, it wasn't a total stranger, no one was completely wasted, there was no real fighting going on...it didn't fit the classic depictions of a "rape scene." I felt like I was taking something away from the women who'd actually experienced a "real" rape.
I still have nightmares sometimes, but they are increasingly more few and far between. My fiancee is an incredibly supportive, patient, and kind person, and knows exactly what to say and do when I have a breakdown. For years following the rape, I was very aware of the anniversary date. But the last two years, it hasn't even occurred to me until after the fact that the date had passed. I feel like I'm approaching normalcy again. But still, every now and then, when we go out back home, I get anxious about the idea that he might be there. I've definitely never been that girl again - the outgoing, social butterfly I'd been before I was raped. People who've known me for a long time can tell. To anyone else, I'm still outgoing and fun, but... I know that I'm holding back.
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Erin,
Thanks for sharing this-it takes grace and effort for one to open up.Guess what writing these kind of encounters bring healing in one way or the other
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