So, it’s no secret that I’m a bit of a mess. It gets worse.
On the plus side, I’m scheduled to attend sessions with a group that focuses on self care and recovery for victims of sexual assault.
On the other side, I was arrested on Tuesday and spent 12 hours in jail. Abuses were frequent and casual. No one there knew what to do with the transgender woman, so I was shoved into a solitary cell and basically ignored as much as possible. Food and water were denied, even to people with medical issues like hypoglycemia (how weird that I should meet someone who had Megan’s misdiagnosed disease?). I was not given access to a phone call, my Miranda rights were never read, and I wasn’t even given discharge paper’s on my release. I was however outed repeatedly in front of batches of strangers. I also had one cop — who grinned at me with the same glee as my rapist — insist I tell him what genitalia, specifically, I had.
I am still cold, sore, and exhausted. My eyes barely stay open, and sleep has been erratic and full of strange nightmares.
I don’t know what else to say for now. I was advised not to be descriptive of what happened, lest the justice system decide they needed to push back and make an example of someone.
So I guess that’s all for now. Take care everyone.