At my weekly appointment with my counsellor at the rape crisis centre this week, I talked about the anger I have inside me. As mentioned in my first post I was raped 10 years ago and to be honest I thought I had dealt with it in my own way. I got together my now husband 6 months after it happened, and although it was still quite raw and I was prone to the odd meltdown and tears (especially after wine) he pulled me through all of it, he was and is my rock even now 10 years on.
In May this year I saw “him” for the first time in 10 years and that’s when everything started to creep out of that dusty box that had been shut away in my head. It was gradual to start with, mostly without realising I started behaving like a complete irrational being. You see I was also with “him” for almost 2 years before I left him, and then he raped me. In the time that we were together he was physically and mentally abusive. So it wasn’t just the feelings surrounding the rape that started too creep out of the box but the insecurity, the low self esteem and everything else that comes with dating a complete head-fucker control freak. After going completely nuts at my husband and crying because I couldn’t believe my behaviour, it dawned on me why I was behaving this way, so I sought help. I found the Rape Crisis Centre, it was time to exorcise some demons. I wasn’t ready 10 years ago, but now with my beautiful family, friends and some maturity I knew it had to be done.
What I wasn’t expecting to happen just a few weeks into my emotional support sessions (whilst I was waiting for a counsellor to be assigned to me) was that in actual fact my initial feelings of dred and “why was he there?” were bloody good instinct, not just paranoia. You see I thought it was strange to see him all these years later and so close to home. Turns out he bought a house on my street. To say I was hysterical when I discovered this in June would be a massive understatement. Do you know what, I do believe everything happens for a reason, and after all the hurt, torment, nightmares and pain from this, I do feel like I’m coming through the other side. I’m fighting back with the love I have around me. We’re moving, but onto bigger better things. And this all happening now is making me finally deal with the box. After it was spewed out on my doorstep, every file was in a muddle and I couldn’t process anything, I didn’t know where to start. It is still all a work in progress and was a massive shock, that’s part of what this blog is about too.
Back to the title… this week I talked about my anger and processing it. “he” wasn’t prosecuted for what he did to me, he was arrested and interviewed but once it got to CPS they didn’t think there was enough evidence for it to go to court… “he said – she said” syndrome.
One of the things I think about a lot is justice, not in the law way, but in a Karma way. I want him to be miserable, to suffer like I have over the years. To admit that he did wrong. I can’t lie, I frequently fantasise about putting dog poo through his letterbox or telling everyone here that he’s a rapist, maybe even spraying it on his door! BUT I am not that stupid, I will never lower myself to that level. The best I can do is deal with my emotions and feelings, be a better person, enjoy my life and my family and in doing so, sticking 2 fingers up to him. He tried to control me for such a long time, now I’m in control. I’m going to fight my way through this blip.
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