A Stamped Passport

When I was in the hospital, just hours from my rape, I felt like someone was playing a sick joke on me. There were so many things that were not done correct or handled the way they should have been. ·       When the doctors and nurses were completing my rape kit they failed to take a blood sample. Their reasoning was that they didn’t have anywhere to store it. (this ruined any chance of proving I had been drugged). ·       The police officer who first responded came and took my statement while I was sitting in a hospital gown in the middle of my rape kit process. The nurse stopped the process so that he could come get my statement. It was incredibly uncomfortable for me. There was little decency to my human condition.   No dignity spared. I suppose there was little time to salvage that, everyone has a job to do. ·       When the police officer filled out my police report he ...

I was raped between the hours of 3am-5am on April 9 th 2017. At around 1 pm my friend took me to the emergency room. I was released from the emergency room at 8pm. Seven hours of telling nurses, doctors and police officers about what happened. All the details over and over again. I had to have a Sexual Assault Forensic Evidence (SAFE) kit done. The whole process is humiliating and time consuming. Mine took 5 hours. The SAFE KIT doesn’t feel very safe. It starts with you standing in the middle of the room on a piece of butcher paper and completely stripping your clothes to be put in a bag and sealed for evidence. You then put on a hospital gown and they take samples of everything you can imagine.   (They failed to take a blood sample, which is one of the steps but I’ll get to that in another post) Due to some of the circumstances of my rape, one of the things I had to do was lay naked on the hospital bed while one nurse held a backlight to my body and the ...