This is the fourth posting in a 5 part series.
The First Week I shared a story I found on the intranet “He Wrote It Down” that provoked something inside of me.
The Second Week I shared about after reading that story I began to think if it would be possible for a police officer to write down one of my traumas. And I posed the question “Do I Want Him To Write It Down”
The Third Week I Talked about realizing that “I Do Want Him To Write It Down”
So the scheduled appointment day came. I woke up that morning ready for what the day had in store. The appointment was right after lunchtime. Lilie had a doctors appointment later in the afternoon. So I planned to take her to the Police Station with me but for her to stay in the waiting area.
I called Lucy that morning to let her know I was planning to go through with it. I was scared. She reassured me I would be okay and that she would be in the room with me. That made me feel better.
Before the appointment time, Lilie was hungry so we decided to stop by this awesome street vendor on the way to the police station. The line was long but we moved pretty quickly. We got our food and I looked at my watch and realized that it was 5 minutes past my appointment. Luckily we were not far from the police station. So we rushed over there.
Looking back I think going to the food vendor was a subconscious delay tactic. I knew I wanted to sit down with the detective but I needed a few more minutes to build up my courage.
We get there. I get Lilie settled in the waiting room and then I go into the interview room where the detective and Lucy are waiting for me. I apologize. We chit-chatted for a few minutes and then the interview started.
I don’t remember exactly how the interview went. I do remember just answering the questions to the best of my ability. The moment the detective pulled out his pen I began to cry. I was a monumental moment. It was happening HE WAS WRITING IT DOWN!!!!
During the interview, I had mentioned in passing about my other 2 sexual traumas. Not thinking much about it. And not think it would impact this interview since they had nothing to do with each other.
I could tell that the interview was coming to an end. The detective said he had a few more questions. He asked about my other sexual traumas. Where did they happen? Who was involved? And other questions that would give him the basics about the traumas. As I was answering the questions I was thinking “Why is he asking me about these traumas? They have nothing to do with my rape” But I answered them and did not question why out loud.
He got done asking about the other 2 traumas. He put his pen down and then say “You told me on the phone that you just wanted someone to write it down. So I figured you were already here. So I wanted to give you the chance to tell a police officer about the other two traumas too”
OMG, I lost it. You always hear that detectives can be jerks and insensitive. All I can say is my interaction with that detective that day changed my mind. He was so compassionate and sensitive towards me. I appreciated it so much.
I left that police station that afternoon feeling 20 pounds light. A HUGE burden that I did not realize was there was lifted that day.
Take Care Much Love
