To press or not to press
I went to the police department. I filled out a report. All I have to do release that report to the courthouse and an investigation will begin. He will not be contacted until the prosecutors have a case. I don't think I have it in me to press charges. I don't want to rigmarole of having to give depositions and ultimately put him in prison. The offense, by the way, is officially called simple battery. If it were only that simple.
The cop that I dealt with was amazingly patient and gentle. He told me that I can do whatever I want to do.
My shrink says I'm suffering from post traumatic disorder. I'm definitely not sleeping well. My appetite isn't too bad. She tried to use some hypnotherapy on me. I laid down and shook and cried like a baby until she turned the lights back on. She was ruffling papers and my nerves couldn't take it. This is another symptom of post traumatic disorder. I'm certainly jittery and jumpy. Laura slapped my arm and I jumped about 1 foot. That's, I guess, normal.
My bruise is getting nice and purple. I plan to update the picture on myspace tomorrow. That will give it one more good day to ripen.
I'm still in shock, my therapist said. It will be a long time before I'm healed from this.
I told her I will never trust again. She thinks I'm exaggerating. I feel like I'm not.
She told me for the time being to surround myself with things that I find safe, like my friends and my cat. My mom made me vegetable soup yesterday. I barely ate any. I'll eat the rest tomorrow. I didn't tell her what happened. I just complained of my cold, which appears to be going away quickly.
I'm glad for it. I'm sick enough in the head right now to have to deal with my body.
The cop that I dealt with was amazingly patient and gentle. He told me that I can do whatever I want to do.
My shrink says I'm suffering from post traumatic disorder. I'm definitely not sleeping well. My appetite isn't too bad. She tried to use some hypnotherapy on me. I laid down and shook and cried like a baby until she turned the lights back on. She was ruffling papers and my nerves couldn't take it. This is another symptom of post traumatic disorder. I'm certainly jittery and jumpy. Laura slapped my arm and I jumped about 1 foot. That's, I guess, normal.
My bruise is getting nice and purple. I plan to update the picture on myspace tomorrow. That will give it one more good day to ripen.
I'm still in shock, my therapist said. It will be a long time before I'm healed from this.
I told her I will never trust again. She thinks I'm exaggerating. I feel like I'm not.
She told me for the time being to surround myself with things that I find safe, like my friends and my cat. My mom made me vegetable soup yesterday. I barely ate any. I'll eat the rest tomorrow. I didn't tell her what happened. I just complained of my cold, which appears to be going away quickly.
I'm glad for it. I'm sick enough in the head right now to have to deal with my body.