The past couple days have been kind of busy for me.
The weekend was okay, my cousins came over and we played 10,000.
Yesterday I talked to my guidance councillor and we decided to meet every Monday or Tuesday.
I feel as if all my thoughts cancel each other out. And everything seems so real and so blurry at the same time.
Today I came home at lunch and went to the police station and I told this cop my story. It was easier than I thought it would, his name was mike and he was cool and very understanding. This room though was empty and has carpeting on the walls and on the floor. There was two spinning chairs and microphones and a camera built into the wall. We talked for about an hour.
Then me and my stepmom went and walked through a mini museum and waited for my dad since he was talking with mike after about how they can help me and things.
While we where talking he said he was going to show me a picture and then he showed me a picture of Richard. I was half expecting it to be him but I was startled when he showed it to me.
When my dad got in the car he said that it's just a waiting game now and he also said that mike said that what I did was extremely brave and that grown men don't even tell him about their stories like I did. But I mean just because they are grown men doesn't change anything.
If anyone reading this has been raped or sexually abused, TELL SOMEONE
I know it may be hard or people won't believe you, but there is more than one option. And honestly, you do feel way better after you tell someone. I promise.
YOU ARE READING
My Sexual Assault Story.
Non-FictionRape and sexual assault is serious and is not something to joke about AT ALL. I'll be telling you my sexual assault story. Talking about this is easier said than done, I'll tell you that.
