I find it interesting that people never realize the aftermath of abuse and rape. How many times have you heard someone say “It’s over. Stop thinking about it.” If it was that easy we who have experienced it would all be drinking the cool-aid.
The first part of the aftermath, no matter how the rape comes about, is a trip to your doctor. This is probably the most embarrassing moment. It was for me. While the EX demanded on condoms I wasn’t taking any chances. I adored my doctor at the time. He, yep a he, was just this great doc who would talk to you. Seriously take his time and talk to you. Having to go in to him and explain that I wanted a complete work up and then to schedule the tests was horrid. He got the idea that it was my relationship, but I shut the poor guy down when it came to pressing charges. There was just no way.
After all the tests come back, I was lucky they were all negative, you can run in to issues later. Which I did. I started showing as pre-cancerous. I have had my cervix frozen and lasered. Luckily the laser worked and I have been clean for about 7 years. That was a very frightening time.
The flip side of having a doc in which you trust your very life too is that you are sure that he and his staff hate you. I mean how couldn’t they? Obviously I was this tainted person. If you are lucky they are kind and reassuring. The whole process is one humiliation after another. You just end up wanting for all of it to go away. Unfortunately it doesn’t. Even if every test comes back clean you have the scars, physical and emotional.
This is why it is so important to get help. If you are in a position to go to the authorities do so. If not, find a good doctor and then find support. Keep yourself healthy by every means possible. If you have to look at a knowing doctor or nurse in the eye and tell them that the hand shaped bruise is from a door knob go for it. It is called self-care and is one of the hardest things on the planet for us to do.
Peace and blessings my friends.