This is gonna make me cry ...
I was so lucky, in so many ways. Nearly everyone I've told about the rape (and that's lots of people now) was really good to me. But here's a few of the toppers:
1. Paramedic at the scene: Do you want us to take you to Nyack (hospital) instead of Good Sam(aritan)? They can do emergency contraception; Good Sam won't.
Something I never would have thought of at the time; grateful for that later, at the time just so grateful that he actually asked my opinion like I was still a real human being. First sign that the stereotypes of how rape victims are treated might not be as bad as I feared.
2. My dad, later that day, referring to when he met me in the hospital: I was afraid you wouldn't want to hug me.
This broke my heart, and just proved to me that his heart was in the right place.
3.My boyfriend (dozens of times): No problem. When my muscles froze up that first night and I needed a massage at 3:30 in the morning. When I initiated and then stopped intimacy more than once in the next few weeks. When I asked him always to call out 'it's me' when using his key to my apartment or walking into a room I was in. And for still doing it 3 years later.
4.The Ramapo police department, for treating me with total respect.
5.The judge at the sentencing hearing (to the rapist): Maximum sentence.
6.My mother, afterwards: I'm so proud of you.
Yep, I'm crying. :)