I'm not at CSA anymore. Big dramas this week. Between you and me the story is:
Monday 13 August - No not taken for an answer; no longer a virgin (yes that's right, first time) and the bed a bloody mess.
Tuesday - Wednesday 14 and 15 August - Considered leaving conference but couldn't cope with the embarrassment as to why, so disassociated and carried on as per normal, although kept my distance. Spent first morning in and out of loo until the bleeding stopped around lunchtime. Suggested we attend different sessions, so I kept my distance. Tuesday night we went to Kings Cross for tea but nothing happened despite his continual suggestion.
Thursday 16 August - Back to work. Didn't realise how bad I was until I felt sick at his smell in a meeting that he was in.
Friday - Didn't go to work - gave the excuse I had a migraine. Instead tried to get my tax together so it could be done. Wasn't intending to carry on any more. My friend came around and interrupted my train of thought across the weekend.
Monday - My director texted me as to where I was and if I was okay. Immediately panicked, too scared to reply. Wanted to hide. Someone knocked at my door, I ended up really scared and cowering in the corner of my kitchen. Rang my friend, she came around and we went to the Rape Crisis Centre. Still trying to hide what was going on. On the way back from the centre my parents rang saying they had been contacted by the ACT Police as I had been reported missing. Police had a locksmith break into my home whilst we were out. My middle management company was looking for me and it wasn't even midday. All this was started by my director. My life had suddenly been turned into a living hell and the only way out was to say it how it was. So now half of Canberra know that it was my first time, they know about my private life, which generally no one gets to know and I'm just wondering how the hell I am going to manage to move on. So I'm not going back to CSA, I've applied for Workcare. My parents travel to Canberra probably more upset than me and have been with me ever since.
Tuesday - It all hit me and I thought I was about to be a cot case.
Wednesday - Making appointments.
Thursday - Go to Canberra Hospital Sexual Health Unit to start being tested for all diseases. Go back in two weeks for blood tests and then three months for HIV.
Friday - Today I will finally get my tax done.
Anyway, quite an eventful couple of weeks. You know what they say "careful what you wish for". I thought I was going somewhere where I would feel very safe and secure and it ended up being the complete opposite. In fact my whole life has been turned upside down. To avoid the possibility of meeting this man: