Hi all. I’ve read some posts here and it’s been pretty good to feel
connected and read of shared experiences, but I thought I’d put some
words to my own pain. Part one I hate myself. Hate how I look. Hate I
can’t have another identity. Even this nast...
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Hi all. I’ve read some posts here and it’s been pretty good to feel
connected and read of shared experiences, but I thought I’d put some
words to my own pain. Part one I hate myself. Hate how I look. Hate I
can’t have another identity. Even this nasty self-talk reminds me of the
attack from over a year ago – saying to him, “I’m ugly, I’ve put on
weight, go have sex with your wife”. It’s a horrible cycle. I know I’m
not symmetrical but I can’t get over this disgust, I’m sure it’s 90%
valid, objective. I’m considering getting a nose job (and fillers, eye
lift) which just fills my feed with dreams of being less disgusting. I’m
afraid it’ll be too painful and expensive, and I’ll still look ugly. I
want to hide. That’s the crux of it. Second part It’s not fair. I was
raped in France, the police were revolting then and afterwards – they
literally misplaced my case. And he’s not charged. His family never has
to believe what he did to me. My friends, a year in and knowing all the
details, still get to question why I’m not friends with those ‘friends’
who didn’t support me. I’m beyond angry and just over it. I’ve
withdrawn. I could tell them but why? Another average conversation,
seems like I’m upset. Are they even worth it, if they’re asking that?
Final/background I was on the trip of a lifetime, visiting a very old
friend, throwing in some extra visits to meet his fam too. One drunken
night, the only night in the entire trip where I just stupidly trusted
and let loose, after vomiting on myself, I pass out in my bed in his
spare bedroom. I’m only half aware of him fooling around with his wife
next to me, like what the hell, I’ll just ignore it. And then he starts
raping me. The first French policewoman I spoke to said it’s hard to
rape a woman. And there’s nothing I can do about it – not now, from the
safeness of my Australian bedroom. The embassy helped translate but it’s
now up to me to find a costly French lawyer if I personally want to
pursue it? Well. That’s some of my story. I’ve been through counselling
when anxiety and PTSD was debilitating. But now I’m here, and it sucks.
- A