Chris;
I apologize for interjecting in the middle of this discussion. I felt, though, that I needed to. Your posts demonstrate a lot of pain and anger regarding your past experience and I wanted to share some hope with you from my personal experience. I was the victim of a particularly violent rape 20 years ago. I could not keep it secret from those around me because I had to spend two weeks in the hospital due to the magnitude of the injuries associated with this stranger-based attack. 20 years ago there was a very poor understanding of how to approach the spiritual and psychological needs of the victims of such horrific crimes. There were those, even in the medical community who implied, by their actions, words and demeanor, that they suspected that all women who were raped had somehow brought it upon themselves. This attack was a home invasion and while my husband was away, my three very young children were in the house, in bed while it occurred. I, too, have permanent scars, and will soon have to have a surgery to reconstruct the repair that was done following that attack due to inadequate tissue matching and persistent problems.
I have undertaken counseling on a number of occasions over the years and have not found a lot of help in this venue. Some, however, find great assistance this way. I can tell you from personal experience and from my hundreds upon hundreds of clients; that feeling pain does not mean you can’t classify yourself as a survivor rather than a victim. It is not negative or fatalistic to say that you will always have some level of pain associated with the memory of such an experience. The healing comes when you understand that God can make something good come of such horror. When you realize what you can do with the experience, it stops feeling like someone is stabbing you in the heart all the time, and you simply, occasionally, feel a throbbing memory.
After my experience, my marriage fell apart and my husband left because I was unwilling to participate in an “open marriage.” This was something that had never even been brought up until I was “damaged goods.” I was left alone with a lot of pain, three children and no education. I decided that I was somehow going to see to it that I could make a difference in the lives of at least some. I did my undergraduate work in Biochemistry, went to medical school, did a residency and then went to work in a small rural community with the highest teen pregnancy rate in the state. (It no longer holds that awful title). I was the only female physician doing obstetrics in a 3 county radius and so became the “go-to” person for sexual assault. The police blotter never noted any assaults, but the young girls were being victimized frequently. I started a local sexual assault response team and got several nurses trained as sexual assault nurse examiners (SANEs). When my new husband’s disease (I remarried in medical school) became worse and he needed me home at more regular times, I faced a new challenge. God has been calling me to demonstrate my forgiveness and dedication by placing me in charge of the medical providers giving care to the maximum security inmates in a men’s institution. In this position, I have been able to give God my entire life and truly complete my healing process by forgiving those who commit such crimes and treating them with compassion as a physician.
This long missive is meant, simply, to provide you with hope. Healing is there. God, however, requires that you actively reach out for it. Time is important, but is not enough. Find what you can do with your experience. Use it to help someone else, whatever you are able to do. It will be a start. My prayers are with you; and I have faith that the Lord, in Christ will show you your, personal way to healing.
In his love,