The Mugging
So I guess that some of you have read my boyfriend, The Mellin's, latest post so I thought I would confirm it.
Thursday June 5th around 1030pm I was mugged, badly mugged.
I was heading home from work and I, having essentially worked a double, was very tired and was looking forward to getting home, stripping into my undies, watching a little brain-slug with Chris and heading to bed.
As the bus pulled away I quickly realized that I was in a whole heap of trouble.
I have taken the same bus home 1000 times and have never had this kind of trouble before. It is sometimes a little rowdy and loud but rarely scary.
It started with me being asked to give up my shit...
I just don't really know what to say yet. I'm still confused, angry whatever......
Long story short, what those EVIL ghetto fucks gave to me
38 stitches, 26 in my forehead and 12 in the back of my head
scratches and scrapes all over my head and body
two gigantic black eyes
a severely damaged sense of security
several cracked ribs
a bruise on my arm in the shape of a shoe
a shirt and pair of pants SOAKED in blood
days to weeks of lost wages
permanent scaring on my face
the shock and disbelief of realizing that no one will help me (people just drove by as I got beaten)
the terror of having to stare down the barrel of a gun
possible permanent nerve damage on my forehead
the knowledge that my attackers know what I look like
the certainty that I don't remember what two of the three of my attackers look like
a fear that the cops aren't doing a FUCKING thing
a deep and permanent hatred of public transit
guilt over what this going to cost us
the guilt over making my boyfriend cry
The one thing that those EVIL ghetto fucks didn't get is my wallet. They were going to kick my ass no matter what I would have done so FUCK them...
I could go on and on about how I feel and what happened but I can’t right now. I really need to get over this. Anyone know of any victim advocacy or therapy groups?
This event will not define me!