“The police asked if I was lying”

The police asked if I was lying

The police said he was a good boy

The police said I was making it up

The police asked me why I was alone there

The police kept yelling at me

The police denied my request for a female detective, which I later found out was
violating procedure

The police did nothing

This cruel abuse of power is sickeningly common, and yet there’s this part of me that
wishes my own rape had at least had a chance at something that might pass for justice.

But when a ghost rapes you, there’s no event to report. No one to report it to. It’s up to
you to perform your own cruel interrogation.

I asked myself if I was lying

I told myself I was making it up

I asked myself why were we alone in the exam room

I asked myself why were we alone in the exam room

I told myself maybe what he did really was normal, and maybe I’m a pervert for
remembering it wrong

I kept yelling at myself

I did nothing