Hi. I am opening this thread here in the pit because I want to vent against the world in general and against one person in particular who is not in any way related to the board (at least I don’t think so). If some moderator thinks that this thread does not belong in the pit, please feel free to change its location.
Right now I am feeling, all at the same time, impotent, furious, betrayed, wanting to cry, scream and murder a certain someone with extreme prejudice.
Although I am Spanish, I have been living abroad for many years (right now I live in the Netherlands). But I have a great many close friends in Spain, whom I keep in touch with as much as I can. I care very much for them.
Yesterday I got news that left me speechless. It was like lightning out of a clear blue sky. One of my closest friends, an excellent young woman, good-hearted, nice as nice can be and extremely bright (seriously, she is a certifiable beyond-genius)… OK. I was told by a reliable source that she had been raped.
Not only that. She had been raped and she had had to spend 2 weeks in hospital.
Not only that. She had been raped by someone who knew her.
Not only that. The guy who did it was someone I knew as well.
I was beyond FURIOUS. I ascertained that the rapist had got involved with her somehow (she is almost painfully shy, and has led a rather sheltered life). I learned that he became some kind of “boyfriend” with her, winning her trust.
I learned that he tried to get overly intimate with her at some point, she refused because she didn’t feel ready, and he forced himself on her very violently. On top of being raped, on top of the psychological harm, he beat her.
I feel atrociously guilty because I thought I knew that guy, I thought that guy was my friend, and I introduced them to each other some months ago. I feel responsible to an extent for what has happened to her.
I checked the story. It was true. Police had been notified, declaration had been made, evidence had been gathered, the bastard is in custody.
I am tremendously tempted to ask some friends I have in the police over there and see whether the son of a bitch might not stumble and fall a couple of flights of stairs while they transfer him from one cell to another.
What can I do for my friend, now? She knows I am there for her. I cannot even begin to imagine what she must be going through. I will try to arrange a visit to Spain ASAP to see her and let her know that I support her. Any concrete advice on how to help someone close who has had to pass through such an ordeal?
And, so help me, I am finding it tremendously hard to stop myself from going there and making the creep wish that he had never been born. I am afraid he would not be wishing that for long.
I have never felt so angry in my whole life. I have never felt so impotent in my whole life. I have never felt so sad.