What healing meant for me

The woman on the right is the protector of the young lady on the left. Yes, both pictures are of myself (younger versus matured)

In 1991, because my rape and kidnap case did not go to trial, the toxic relationship that I found myself in got suppressed in a "confused" state.  My body continued to respond to the trauma that I endured in 1990 on three separate incidents to this day. My assailant probably never really had any thoughts about the compounding damage that he inflicted. Every individual responds differently to traumatic circumstances. Society views were still conservative in 1991.

Fast forward to 2019, thank God they got rid of the rape support groups. Support was the last thing that support groups felt like. Yes to modern day counseling. I was in disbelief that counseling would help me, but it did. My counselor helped me to dissect all my confusion by walking through all three sexual assaults by my assailant. I filed the report in 1990 for second degree rape which was the third assault. I filed a second report in 2019 for the first sexual assault. It became very important to fight for justice for myself and let my story be known in the interest of public safety.  I was cautioned numerous times that my assailant may threaten my life. These messages clearly let me know that my assailant should serve prison time for the damage that he caused me.

My assailant compromised my relationship with my parents. My assailant compromised my opportunity to start my own family. I also have reason to believe that my assailant interfered with my April 2019 attempt to get my extended family released from false imprisonment.

I am one of the "skeletons" that creeped out of my assailant's closet. You can expunge records, but it is another story to expunge the victims.

He can thank the corruption in Georgia for awakening my quest for justice. I can thank the corruption in Georgia for helping me to heal by dealing with my past.

#Round2mark3 was not fought in a courtroom. It was fought in public so that the record can not be expunged this time.

I claim the victory because my truth is my identity, and I don't have to be silent anymore.

As for his family, they know him best. Even serial killers have some boundaries from what I've researched. My assailant may be a perfect father and an awesome spouse, but he was a traumatic experience for me.

I still don't trust my safety, but I don't regret my journey. I trust in God's Master Plan. Peace.