By Liberate Zealot
*Content Warning - Discussions of rape, rape culture, and PTSD*
Let me begin by saying these are my own personal experiences and in no way meant to reflect the experiences of all victims/survivors. Even victims/survivors with similar experiences of sexual violence might experience very different effects and have very different roads of recovery.
The one thing I think the vast majority of us share is that recovery is not an absolute, it is a constant journey of progress and triggers and backsliding and unlikely to fully ever end.
I know sometimes I have thought I've reached, or nearly reached, the end of my recovery. Months have passed since I've thought of him, or that night. Since I've felt that knot of anxiety in my stomach, or that strange mental disconnect where my brain seems to float partially separated from my body. Since that dizzy, rushing feeling overtakes my ears, eyes, brain, and body.
Sometimes months pass, but then something happens. His name shows up on my Facebook feed, I see someone who looks like him when I'm out and about, I hear about another woman's rape which is similar enough to mine that I cannot disconnect my own experiences from hers. Perhaps I hear a rape joke, am watching some movie or TV show that features a rape (these are worst when I cannot prepare for them). Perhaps I just surprisingly dream in some way of that night and awaken, shaking.
*Content Warning - Discussions of rape, rape culture, and PTSD*
Let me begin by saying these are my own personal experiences and in no way meant to reflect the experiences of all victims/survivors. Even victims/survivors with similar experiences of sexual violence might experience very different effects and have very different roads of recovery.
The one thing I think the vast majority of us share is that recovery is not an absolute, it is a constant journey of progress and triggers and backsliding and unlikely to fully ever end.
I know sometimes I have thought I've reached, or nearly reached, the end of my recovery. Months have passed since I've thought of him, or that night. Since I've felt that knot of anxiety in my stomach, or that strange mental disconnect where my brain seems to float partially separated from my body. Since that dizzy, rushing feeling overtakes my ears, eyes, brain, and body.
Sometimes months pass, but then something happens. His name shows up on my Facebook feed, I see someone who looks like him when I'm out and about, I hear about another woman's rape which is similar enough to mine that I cannot disconnect my own experiences from hers. Perhaps I hear a rape joke, am watching some movie or TV show that features a rape (these are worst when I cannot prepare for them). Perhaps I just surprisingly dream in some way of that night and awaken, shaking.