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My fiance and I went to his grandparents house to ask a favor. My two other friends were supposed to go about 2 miles away and wait four our call to get us when they were done eating. Upon arriving at their doorstep his grandfather swore at me and demanded I leave at once, slamming the door in my face. I could hear Mark, my fiance, yelling at his grandfather. I was nearing a panic attack and as my two friends looked at me, I disappeared into the darkness. I decided to jog the 2 miles and reached the restaurant and my friends. I told them I needed a couple minutes to catch my breath (asthma) and they reluctantly went inside. I grabbed my items and the little money I had on me and decided while I was in my home town, I'd go to my favorite place by the waterfront. I left a note for my friends explaining where I'd be and headed out.
I reached the destination within about 45 minutes via public transit. I had my journal and some Ativan for anxiety. I walked along and my fiance called, at which time I told him where I was and since he was completely unfamiliar it would take him a bit to find me, so I curled up under a tree and began writing.
I took my anxiolytic to relieve stress and a man at some point came and sat next to me. It was around 12am, Friday morning, and I didn't feel comfortable so I moved up to the bench. The man quickly reach into my left sweatshirt pocket and shoved me down, making my hea hit the rail.
He said some things and then fondled me, I tried to get up and he kept going through my pockets, holding me. I got up and grabbed my purse to sprint and he slammed me into the ground, at which time I hit my head and went unconscious on the cobblestone.
When I woke up, he was gone, most of my items were gone, and I was halfway undressed. I was in horrendous pain and bleeding from a nearly broken nose and a badly banged up knee.
I was so dizzy, I looked around silently waiting for him to murder me or do more, and he was gone. A lady bug is what woke me up, it walked across my nose. I got up, redressed myself and staggered to the fire station.
I told them I had been robbed and thrown down. They wanted to know what they could do, so they called the police and offered, suggested, an ambulence. The firefighters checked me out and saw my bloodly nose and concussion, called my fiance and told him what happened. An officer came and took some information.
My fiance and best friend drove me to the emergency room. I had to repeat the same story with details over and over again. I have been vomiting and can barely eat anything. I am too tired to do anything but too scared to sleep.
The doctors were very kind and understanding thought the entire evidence gathering issue was perhaps the most dehumanizing thing on the face of the planet. The same officer came out to collect evidence and again I was forced to go over all the details.
The scariest part is, there was sexual assault, but I was unconscious and do not know to what extent.
I am so sick. I am crying and crying. MY fiance is blaming himself and I just don't want to put him through this, because I am so absolutely shattered.
I don't know where to go...
I've been assaulted once before, but it was nothing like this, and I didn't go to the hospital. I am shattered and ashamed. I feel like my fiance is so much better than me and he is being so wonderful about all this.
I reached the destination within about 45 minutes via public transit. I had my journal and some Ativan for anxiety. I walked along and my fiance called, at which time I told him where I was and since he was completely unfamiliar it would take him a bit to find me, so I curled up under a tree and began writing.
I took my anxiolytic to relieve stress and a man at some point came and sat next to me. It was around 12am, Friday morning, and I didn't feel comfortable so I moved up to the bench. The man quickly reach into my left sweatshirt pocket and shoved me down, making my hea hit the rail.
He said some things and then fondled me, I tried to get up and he kept going through my pockets, holding me. I got up and grabbed my purse to sprint and he slammed me into the ground, at which time I hit my head and went unconscious on the cobblestone.
When I woke up, he was gone, most of my items were gone, and I was halfway undressed. I was in horrendous pain and bleeding from a nearly broken nose and a badly banged up knee.
I was so dizzy, I looked around silently waiting for him to murder me or do more, and he was gone. A lady bug is what woke me up, it walked across my nose. I got up, redressed myself and staggered to the fire station.
I told them I had been robbed and thrown down. They wanted to know what they could do, so they called the police and offered, suggested, an ambulence. The firefighters checked me out and saw my bloodly nose and concussion, called my fiance and told him what happened. An officer came and took some information.
My fiance and best friend drove me to the emergency room. I had to repeat the same story with details over and over again. I have been vomiting and can barely eat anything. I am too tired to do anything but too scared to sleep.
The doctors were very kind and understanding thought the entire evidence gathering issue was perhaps the most dehumanizing thing on the face of the planet. The same officer came out to collect evidence and again I was forced to go over all the details.
The scariest part is, there was sexual assault, but I was unconscious and do not know to what extent.
I am so sick. I am crying and crying. MY fiance is blaming himself and I just don't want to put him through this, because I am so absolutely shattered.
I don't know where to go...
I've been assaulted once before, but it was nothing like this, and I didn't go to the hospital. I am shattered and ashamed. I feel like my fiance is so much better than me and he is being so wonderful about all this.
I hope you're feeing better.
. Hopefully, they can pursue this guy and lock him up anyway. After all, DNA has only been around for about 15 years. They still locked people up before then. 
