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I recently heard the word "rape recovery plan" thrown about, as if it's like intensively training for a marathon and then, after you cross that finish line, you're fixed.
Reality, for me, was much different. The years you took from me were some of the years that shape a person's path most, those years of transition between childhood and adolescence. While you were robbing me, I sought solace in books. After I escaped, literally to another country, it was studying and alcohol that kept me afloat. In a bid to convince myself that I was still "normal" and not "damaged goods", I did some things I regret. After what you did to me, the message that I could actually say "no" to men who wanted me had been lost, and gaining it took time.
It wasn't until after I had kids that I realized there was something seriously wrong with me. I was unable to feel that maternal love that everyone talks about, I realized; there was a wall in my heart that you had erected and that needed to be demolished if I wanted to be a decent mother. That's when I sought therapy, when I tried to process what had actually happened and how I felt about it. Mentally returning to that time was hard, but necessary.
"Rape victim" will always be one of those core parts of my identity, now. Being fine and breaking down goes in cycles, something that will be familiar to anyone with PTSD. When I heard that you had been caught, this time, I was relieved, but also sent down another of those "trauma processing sessions" that leave me unable to function well for a while. I was a child, I know, but I never reported you and because of that, because of me, you got the chance to do the same thing to many others. The guilt has been unbearable at times.
Fair trial? I understand why the justice system works the way it does, don't get me wrong, but we, victims of you and others like you, were never given a fair trial. You were free to do what you wanted for decades, while I and people like me were handed down life sentences the moment you or your sick "colleagues" set your eyes on us. No lawyers. No prosecutors. No witness stands. Just summary sentencing, a life sentence of brokenness. While you get the benefit of the doubt and the opportunity to be let off on technicalities or receive reduced sentencing because you have a crafty lawyer, we never got that chance.
I am OK. I am OK, today, and also not OK. I am happy in the knowledge that because you are behind bars, you are not raping others right now, and perhaps hope that your lack of freedom is painful to you the way the mental prison you built for others was painful to your victims.
Yours Sincerely? How would you end a letter to your rapist? I have no idea. Yeah. Yours, that's a part I can't quite escape, anyway, so as unpleasant as it sounds, Yours Sincerely.
Your victim, one of many.