Hallo everybody. You possibly remember this thread in which I talked about the horrid experience a very dear friend of mine had (she was raped and beaten by the person she thought was her boyfriend). I mentioned there that I was going to Spain on June 28th to visit her. I kept in touch with her, although from thursday 24th onwards I coudn’t contact her. However, I knew that we had arranged to meet, and I knew that she was being looked after.
Well… I went to Madrid yesterday, and went immediatly to the flat where she lived with an older lady. And, there, I was told that she was not there. She had been taken to the hospital on friday.
She had tried to kill herself, by hanging.
On that friday, apparently despair overwhelmed her and she decided to end it all. She waited until the lady in the flat had to go out for some errands, and proceeded to hang herself.
It was extremely fortunate that the lady happened to forget something at home, and she came back, just in time to find her and get her down, still alive. She was taken ipso facto to hospital, and after checking that she was physically OK, she was taken immediatly to the Psychiatric ward. She is there now, basically under suicide watch, and doped to the gills.
I was able to visit her at the hospital. I cried afterwards. She appeared to be more or less all right, but … She is utterly, completely destroyed.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay in Madrid; my own family lives in another city. I am now in touch with the psychiatric ward in question, and will try to keep an eye on the situation from a distance. They are very strict when it comes to calling or visiting (short visiting hours, never more than 2 persons at the same time with the patient, and only one telephone line to call to, which can be done only for 1 and a half hours every day). I understand: They want to keep their charges in an environment that is as quiet as possible, and with as little distractions as possible.
It doesn’t help that, apparently, her parents (and I am using that word rather loosely here) told her, basically, “it was your fault” for getting raped. If it were up to me, those parents would lose their right to be called “parents” at all.
And that takes me to the point of this pitting: Rapist, disgusting humanoid that you are… You have annihilated the spirit and the mind of one of the most beautiful persons, of one of the best persons I know. May your life be full of interesting and eventful things, and may it be short as a consequence of that.
I feel powerless, useless, and tremendously sad.
Any advice about dealing with the situation as it stands now (apart from, of course, giving unconditional love to my friend and making sure that she knows that she is loved) will be welcome.