Need to Write More…Puppy-Motherhood is Tiring !

There’s something about just getting stuff out of my head, whether or not anybody reads it, but knowing that somebody somewhere is probably going to actually know what is going on in my little corner of the world makes my life seem so much less isolated.  I’ve been busy with my puppy…or should I say she’s been busy with me.  This one is a corker.  I’ve had four miniature schnauzers now, and this one has been the most challenging.  She’s very smart, very fast, and has a mind of her own. She also wags her tail at literally everything, so discipline is a crap shoot since she thinks everything is fun.   There is no association between me telling her ‘no’ and what I’m telling her ‘no’ about.  It’s just fun !  For her.  The only thing that she doesn’t like is the crate with a blanket over it. If she can’t see me, she is NOT amused.  Within a few minutes the crying starts.

Don’t get me wrong, I love her like crazy.  She’s got this look of perpetual happiness on her face. My dad says that in 20 years, when she’s been dead and gone for a few years, her tail will still wag.  After Mandy’s illness and being so ‘on guard’ the last month she was alive, it’s nice to have the upbeat energy around here. It’s also nice to be needed.  I miss being a working nurse, and somebody noticing  whether or not I am around and worth something.  Shelby needs me for her food and water, and clean pee pads. She also needs to be loved, and for me to interact with her and let her know that it matters that SHE is around. But she wears my butt out !   Some days I swear I need a net to round her up.  She has that puppy run of tucking her butt under, slicking her ears back, and just going for broke.  And she can stop on a dime. I’ve fallen once trying to avoid tripping over her.

She’s already learned quite a bit- fetch, ‘let go’ (when she doesn’t drop the fetched toy), “get on your chair”, “go potty” (she will go on command if she has to pee- or sit down and look at me if she doesn’t ), “sit”, “down”, “are you hungry?”, “do you want an ice cube?” (she loves ice on her teething-weary gums), and if I holler loudly enough, “NO!”.  She’s not really too good at “stay”.  She will come to her name being called, but sometimes it’s a ‘fly-by’ if she’s wound up and wants to play.  If there are dogs barking or cats meowing on TV, she stops what she’s doing and looks at them. If the bark sounds somewhat menacing, she joins in… it’s funny, but I’m trying to get her to know when barking is not OK (i.e. the neighbor taking out the trash…  I don’t need an alert for that).

She has little fear. She will jump from my arms, off of chairs, over toys, and off of my bed.  She’s growing, but she’s still not that big – I’m guessing about 13 pounds. We go to the vet tomorrow for the last Parvo shot, so she’ll get weighed then.  At least once during the day, she starts running like her butt is on fire, racing around tables, past chairs, down the hall, and sometimes over me (via a quick stop on my lap).  I haven’t done enough leash work with her because of the weather and my activity intolerance, but from what we have done, she’s not amused.  Though she did walk nicely on the leash last time we went to the vet for other puppy shots.

In the morning, she wakes up about 8:00 – 9:00 a.m. and wants to eat (she’s getting a gravity feeder tomorrow). I usually don’t go to bed until 2:00 – 4:00 a.m. (worked nights for a long time), and give her a puppy health biscuit before bed so she isn’t having to go too long without something in her tummy.   I get up and give her the 100gm scoop (heaping 1/3 cup) for her breakfast, and then go back to bed. She will putz around for a while, go poo, and then come back to bed with me. She likes to snuggle against my legs or back, and really is a cuddle bug when she slows down.  She seems to sense that I need to sleep and is really good about our routine.  She is very good about using her stairs to get up on the bed, and has her own bed and blankets up there, but prefers to snuggle.  She also brings toys to bed sometimes (as long as they aren’t the squeaky ones, they’re OK  🙂 ).

When I finally start moving around and she knows I’m awake, she gets SO excited. It’s so nice to be ‘wanted’ every day, and to have ‘someone’ show me that she’s glad I’m there for her.  Usually there is a fair amount of slurping on whatever part of me she can get to, and that tail literally wags too fast to actually see.  Boat motor speed.  And she’s so happy. It’s nice to start the awake part of my day with that.  Shelby can’t stand when I’m in the shower. I have to leave the shower curtain open about 8 inches so she can peek in to make sure I haven’t left her. I talk to her the whole time I’m in there, and it’s a transparent plastic curtain (but it’s green with turtles on it), so it’s not like I’m behind a concrete bunker, but to her I may as well be.

Sometimes she comes over to the recliner where I’m sitting and when I reach down to pet her, she flings herself over on her back, spread eagle, and waits for the belly rubs to commence. She has no shame. If I sit up, but reach down again, she throws herself down, and waits for more.  When she is ‘in the mood’ she will lie on her back in my arms like a baby, and doze off. She’s big enough now that with her arm in the crook of my elbow, her legs hanging off of my lap by a good 6 inches.

She LOVES her grandpa, and he loves her. She learned to climb up the couch using his inner thighs as a brace many weeks ago. Now she just takes a flying leap and gets on the couch. She can easily get on my lap in the recliner.  She loves the crazy playing with her grandpa; she’s not a prissy little girl- she’s ‘all in’ when it comes to playing. He’ll put her down in case she’s had enough and she always turns around immediately and wants more. 🙂

Last night, she walked over towards her pee pads and stopped cold. She leaned forward with her back legs planted firmly and acted like she was stalking some sort of evil prey.  I couldn’t figure out what in the world she was confronting, so went over there expecting something fierce. It was a plastic bag from her pee pads that had fallen on the floor.  Uh huh.  Go Killer!  I’ve seen her smack bugs with her paw and then eat them (yuck- but she’s too fast to pry them from her teeth), so thought that maybe it was at least something alive… nope. The dreaded pee pad bag.  Oooohhh. Gotta watch out for those !

Her curiosity is fun- it’s refreshing to see things for the first time with her.  Sometimes she does it from the safety of my arms, but most of the time she just charges in and pokes around. She does NOT like mirrors. She’s not curious about who that dog is, or why I’m over there and holding her.  I’ve got things ‘baby-proofed’, and so far she hasn’t been interested in chewing up my stuff.  She has an elk antler that she loves, as well as Nylabones for this teething that is making her kind of cranky and nippy. But there isn’t a mean bone in her. Even when she’s charging at something, her tail is going like crazy, ears are up, and a sort of ‘smile’ on her mouth… never bared teeth.  She’s just goofy !!

So that’s what I’ve been doing. I’m exhausted, but I love her.  The season change is hard with the pollens and erratic weather. We may have strong storms on Monday (possibly tornadoes), so I have more headaches and muscle pain.  I saw the pain guy last week.  Seems I got TMJ a few weeks ago, so he worked on that with a steroid injection.  I wanted to get some beef jerky, but figured my jaw would rebel… bummer, since jerky doesn’t mess up my blood sugar, and I’m always looking for protein sources that are ‘grab and go’.   I’ve been back to  reading other blogs more recently, but still miss regular updates from y’all.  Now that Shelby is playing on her own more, I can get back to writing and reading… funny how this blog world has become such an important community.  🙂

Big girl haircut !!

Big girl haircut !!

The view when I have been on the computer... Shelby brings me toys !!

The view when I have been on the computer… Shelby brings me toys !!

 

 

Frustration with Chronic Health Issues and Pain Control

Yes, I know I write about this often.  It’s my primary way to get stuff out of my head and blow off some steam.  I figure that people can choose if they read this or not; I have no choice living with it.   I’m frustrated.  I’ve had more stuff going on the last few weeks that have added something else to the list of physical problems.  I broke a tooth (doing what, I’m not sure), and when I went to have it fixed, I opened my mouth really wide and felt something pop or pull- something ‘not right’- in my jaw.  I got a bunch of novocaine for the tooth repair, so didn’t think much of the jaw until the next day.  I still thought it was possibly just a muscle strain, so tried to blow it off. That worked for about a week and a half, each day getting a little bit worse.  I went to an urgent care clinic on the weekend when the pain got pretty bad, and the lackluster nurse practitioner said he thought it was TMJ.  I always thought that was a more chronic wear and tear thing, but evidently not.  It can be acute or chronic.  I had the other side of my jaw knocked out of place during a rape/attack in 1987, and while it has never closed right, it never hurt- but I wonder if it set up the other side to be more sensitive to injuries.  I don’t know.  I’m just ticked off.  It wasn’t anybody’s fault when this happened a few weeks ago- I’m just tired of something else going wrong.

I went to see my pain management doc, and he gave me more info about temporo-mandibular joint issues.  He said that my description sounded fairly typical.  He felt the ‘popping’ and ‘crunchy’ stuff when I opened my mouth. He thought an injection into the jaw joint might help (he’s injected my spine several times so getting ‘shot’ didn’t bother me).  Initially, the injection only lasted about 6 hours, but today (2 days after the injection), it does feel better.  I know that sometimes the steroids take some time to kick in.  I’ve since read that injections into the TMJ can cause increased joint destruction if done more than three times a year, or more often than every 3 months. No problem.

The pain doc also increased the frequency of an opiate I take (fairly mild one), and I ‘gave in’ and took it more frequently yesterday, per the new orders.  That may have affected the improvement today as well. I get so tired of dealing with pain management issues.  I’ve worked in the drug and alcohol rehab business as a charge nurse (RN) in detox.  I’ve seen what addiction looks like.  I’m not someone who is likely to take too many meds- if anything I back off.  I’ve asked for weaker meds more than once when stronger meds were offered. I figure I need to have something  in the future since degenerative disc and joint diseases aren’t going to get better.  Fibromyalgia is a bugger on a good day.  The chronic headaches don’t respond to many medications.  And, because of the ‘opiate hype’ from  high profile situations that went bad, I feel I have to defend my right to not live in constant pain because of someone else’s addiction.  I’m not an addict.  I don’t want pain meds to take care of emotional issues- I want to have decreased physical pain, taking meds as they are prescribed.  I just want to be able to stand being in my own body.

My pain management MD is board certified, and has specific rules for remaining his patient.  If people don’t follow HIS rules, they are no longer his patient.  Done.  I like that.  I also like that he doesn’t act as if my complaints of pain are nothing but ‘drug seeking’ behaviors seen with addicts.  He listens- and that alone is helpful.  I know he’s not judging what I tell him about my pain.   I’m sure he does mental assessments to look for red flags, but I go out of my way to not give him any.  I never ask for refills a minute before they are ‘due’.   I never claim I’ve dropped a prescription down the sink.  I don’t adjust dosing on my own (even though I have plenty of nursing drug manuals to find safe dosage limits).  I don’t mess with the plan.  I’m compliant.  He, in turn, isn’t extremely picky about the time interval between the allotted number of pills prescribed in a day.  He IS definite about how many pills/24 hour period he will allow.  That works for me.  If I take a pill and in an hour or two, I’m still not doing well, I can take another.  Chances are, that will get me through 6-8 hours, or longer.  He does allow for non-opiate meds for ‘breakthrough’ pain. The biggest help is knowing that something is available.  I can put off taking something if I know it’s there- I don’t have to ration to the point of living inhumanely. But I don’t have to take the allotted pills every day either.  I prefer not to.

Addiction involves a lot of components, most notably continuing to use the chemical in spite of negative consequences, and using the chemical for something other than its primary indicated use.  Medicating emotions with medications for physical pain is a huge trigger for addicts.  Many  addicts start out with physical injuries needing physical relief, and end up getting more of a positive emotional reaction that keeps them looking for more. No matter what.  I do believe it’s a disease. Nobody starts out hoping to become an addict.  But, it does screw things up a LOT for those of us who are not addicts and simply want to be able to stand being in a body that hurts all the time.  Statistics state that for non-addicts who are prescribed opiates, and use them as directed, only % 2-5 become addicted.  That’s not the same as dependence or tolerance (the body’s adjustment to having the chemical on board on a regular basis).  I purposely don’t take the stronger pain meds I’ve got (still not that strong in the opiate world) on consecutive days UNLESS I’m dealing with an acute situation.  Like my jaw.  But, if I do take the meds as ordered for 2-3 days, the relief is good enough that I can go back to non-narcotic options… anti-inflammatories, topical creams, ice packs, massage, etc.  I don’t expect to be pain free. That isn’t a reasonable expectation.  But an attempt at humane existence is reasonable, I think.

SO (in general), because %2-5 have problems, % 95-98 are treated as if they simply want a buzz.  That doesn’t add up in my book.  But the ‘problem patients’ are often very high profile celebrities, and anything to do with pain management gets lumped with them.  Opiates are a valuable part of being able to tolerate and treat physical pain.  I know that former co-workers (who are in recovery and have a history of addiction) at the drug and alcohol rehab place don’t agree with opiate prescriptions being used much at all.  There’s a big ‘anti-pain medication’ mindset out there.  And, non-recovering MDs take that stance out of fear and misinformation as well, I think.  They run scared.

My primary care doc isn’t comfortable prescribing opiates for a chronic pain scenario.  That’s fine.  We have an agreement that she can contact my pain doc at any time, and I let her know about any changes in my meds after I see him.  Everything is above board.  Total transparency.  And I don’t ask her for narcotics.  I do discuss non-narcotic pain meds with her, since she manages most of my medications for my list of chronic disorders.  Anti-inflammatory meds are in her domain.

My dad asked if the pills I take will make me addicted. I told him that I’m not an addict, so that is extremely  unlikely.  Addicts become addicted.  Non-addicts seldom do.  But, nobody seems to want to hear about the benefits of treating pain with medications.  Since nobody can see or feel other people’s pain, it often gets minimized.  If it doesn’t bother someone else, why should the one in pain be complaining?  Because an addict can’t handle a prescription for narcotics, then nobody should be given pain relief if they experience the level of pain that narcotics are appropriate for.  It sucks!!

I’m fortunate.  My pain management doc has ‘house rules’ that make sense. He can require a urine drug test at any time.  He doesn’t discuss or make dosage changes over the phone.  If he finds out that someone is jacking with the prescription frequency or dosage, that’s it.   I respect that.   I want someone to have those kinds of rules so he can treat people who are there for legitimate physical pain, who are seeking anything that will make existing more tolerable- not to get loaded.  I no longer have a frame of reference for ‘pain free’…. those 1-10 pain scales are a joke.  I’m always at least a 5-6, which sort of resets the whole thing.  Those scales don’t work for chronic pain. I can use them for new pain (like my jaw).

Regardless, I’m still thankful for a lot.  I’ve got a routine down, and know what my limitations are.  I ‘look OK’ so sometimes I feel very misunderstood.  But, I’m still able to live on my own, and enjoy my puppy, computer, and TV.  I don’t require a lot of time with other humans (which is very fortunate).  I have contact with friends on Facebook even if I don’t have much ‘in real life’ time with them.   I have a relationship with God that gets me through a lot.  If I didn’t have some sort of spiritual belief system, I don’t think I’d be able to tolerate a lot of what has simply become ‘normal’.  I also have the promise that in eternity, I’ll have a new body, and no more pain or disease. 🙂

Spammers English and Grammar

Just a thought….. if you don’t want to be so frickin’ obvious as SPAM, hire someone who actually  knows English to write your little messages.  You sound like someone with dementia (my apologies to all of those who deal with dementia- mom had it, been there).  Geez, it’s like a bunch of stoned outsourced spam writers get together and just pick out words and throw them together.

Just One of Those Months

For the past week and a half, I’ve had some moderately severe jaw pain on the same side where I broke a tooth, and had said tooth repaired, requiring me to open my mouth wide enough to swallow the Hindenburg.  It hurt.  But a few shots of novocaine, and I blew it off.  Until the novocaine wore off.  I’ve been hoping it would just get better on its own, but it isn’t, so I read up on some causes of jaw pain, and ended up going to an urgent care place this afternoon HOPING to get it checked out for being a fractured jaw bone.  The nurse practitioner was pleasant enough, but I’d never seen him, he didn’t know me, and as is common with weekend visits, I got the impression that they figured I wanted pain meds. I have pain meds. I want this fixed !  The intake people asked what pharmacy I wanted (since it’s Sunday), and I told them I  wouldn’t need any prescriptions (I tend to have ONLY my pain management doc deal with my pain prescriptions- keeps things much neater). The nurse practitioner informed me that ibuprofen or naproxen was the best option- which I agreed to without any issues- if this is TMJ- which he determined without feeling my jaw or doing an x-ray.  I felt dismissed.  I don’t go to urgent care places unless I’m pretty dang uncomfortable and need to at least get an x-ray done.  Waste of time.

It’s been a weird few weeks.  I fell about 3 weeks ago, dodging my puppy. It wasn’t her fault- she is just non-stop motion and can turn on a dime.  Fortunately, I landed ‘slowly’ and was able to sort of ease down to the floor, leaving my left side (same side as my jaw pain) the only thing bungled up, and even that was relatively benign considering what could have happened.  I didn’t even drop my microwave entree in my right hand !  But I was sore for a few days.  Maybe I jarred my tooth and jaw.

A week or so after that, one of my teeth (bottom LEFT) broke. I hadn’t noticed it being an issue before- it was simply not there when I was chewing a gum drop.  I found it by gingerly nibbling at the gum drop (too soft to cause a tooth to break), and made arrangements to get it checked- to at least file down the razor edge that was making my tongue hurt like crazy.  Then I got the tooth filled- which is where I had to open my mouth far beyond anything I’d done for decades, if ever.  I felt ‘something’, but didn’t say anything since I wanted the tooth fixed and then out of there.  The dentist is a decent guy- was a former neighbor when I was about 12 years old.  He got the tooth fixed, and I flew like dandelion seeds in the wind. I’m waiting until my dental insurance goes into effect on June 1st for anything major. I finally found a policy (Medicare doesn’t care about teeth) that I can afford and has decent coverage.

But since then, my jaw has been bumming me out, so I got it checked.  I am not pleased with the lack of diagnostics to make sure it’s not broken.  One x-ray would shut me up- I may call my regular doc tomorrow to see about it- she knows me and listens.  I just saw her last week for my disability paperwork review (pain in the butt paperwork for the insurance company).  I’ve declined over the last year.  She thinks that the chemo for the leukemia has pretty much trashed my body- but what was the option? If I didn’t take the 19 months of various IV and oral drugs, I would have been dead within  a week of diagnosis; I’d already had the bad lab work for about 3 weeks, and with APL, people are generally dead within a month if treatment isn’t started.  I had to do it.

We talked about the dysautonomia, and the probability that it’s from diabetes. My blood sugars were outrageous when I was diagnosed (like 389mg/dl for a random check, and an A1C of 10.2).  Nobody knows how long I had been undiagnosed. I was diagnosed with dysautonomia about a year after the diabetes diagnosis, so there’s a really good chance I had the diabetes a long time before it was confirmed.  I’d talked to my neurologist about what else could be done (since it’s a neurological disorder and all), but she didn’t know the cause (and didn’t seem too interested in finding out).  Now, I’m not sure if I should take it up with my endocrinologist, primary doc, or who.  I get tired of all of them, even though they’re all quite kind.  My oncologist tells me to just be thankful I’m alive- and I am. But I do have bummer times when I fell overwhelmed.

Since I’m not working as an RN, I feel so useless.  I have so many physical limitations, even though my brain functions pretty well most of the time. I have brain farts and some memory blips.  Sometimes my word-finding isn’t so great, and I can get emotional over stupid stuff.  And God forbid anybody have the thermostat over 65 degrees, or I panic because I know that I’ll pass out.  I wear the ice vest most of the time when I leave home.  Or, I shop at 2 a.m. to avoid the heat of the day.  I worked nights for years, so being awake isn’t hard.  It’s also nice to not have crowds who are impatient because I’m slow. I get tired of the heavy sighs behind me; I try to stay out of the way- but there’s always some grouch.  Why can’t people just be thankful it’s not them?

Sometimes I get worn out about my spine collapsing (degenerative disc disease), fibromyalgia, arthritis, degenerative joint disease (one knee already replaced- one with a partially torn ACL and medial meniscus that never got fixed because of that pesky leukemia), blah, blah, blah. My primary doc feels that some of the leg pain is from collapsed discs in my lower spine.  If I have ‘known’ collapsed discs in my neck and upper spine, there’s no reason to think they aren’t also in my lower back.  I haven’t had a pain free day since around 1995.  I don’t have that frame of reference anymore. When someone asks me to do one of those pain scales, it’s a joke.  A 5-6 is my normal.  That’s a good day.  I have to make something up to fit their paperwork.

But, I know I have a lot to be thankful for.  Yes- I’m declining. I am having trouble getting normal things done at home.   But, I’m still in my own apartment.  I am not captive to the schedules of some nursing home or assisted living place with employees that would rather work in a landfill.  My mind is still intact (or so I tell myself 😀 ) .  I have doctors that don’t judge me (now that I changed oncologists).  I have a puppy, who is really quite adorable, though she’s going through the ‘el destructo’ phase right now with teething.  But she’s a great little companion, and even though she’s only been here for 2 months, she’s got a place in my heart that isn’t going anywhere.  But some days are just the pits.

So, today I’m whining.  My body hurts.  I feel like a mutant.  A useless mutant.  And yet it could be so much worse.

Loves to play ALL. DAY. LONG.  4 months old now !

Loves to play ALL. DAY. LONG. 4 months old now !

Big girl haircut !!

Big girl haircut !!

 

Open Letter to Rape Survivors

On the Texas Hill Country Facebook page, a flyer of a serial rape suspect in Austin, TX was shared.  This young man is wanted for questioning in EIGHT sexual assaults in Austin.  Those are the survivors who have come forward.  There is no word as to the possibility of any more women who haven’t come forward.  He happens to be Hispanic, is of relatively small stature for a man, and thin.  That became the focus of some comments.  If he’s so small, why didn’t the women just fight him off.   It doesn’t work that way. Sometimes, depending on how an attack starts, a survivor does have more options- but that’s not how it goes for everyone.

Nobody knows when someone is going to attack another person.  Otherwise, they’d be called appointments!!.  In my situation (he’s a scrawny white guy), I was targeted specifically, and an elaborate lie was fed to me, and being a naive 23 year old in 1987, I fell for it.   He had access to me and my apartment for the entire six hours he raped, sodomized, beat me, and used wine cooler bottles to penetrate me vaginally and rectally.  For six hours.  During that time, he had a knife to my neck or next to his hand the entire time- even when he had to go to the bathroom (he made me get down on all fours and traced the knife along my spine).  If I had to go to the bathroom, he kept the knife in the doorway of the bathroom .  This was long before cell phones.  I didn’t have a weapon.  And, he was dazed but just kept going, as if on drugs and had the stamina and force sufficient enough to let me know I’d die if I didn’t do what he said.  As the day went on, I knew I’d be murdered anyway- he couldn’t leave someone behind who knew his name, address, and family contact.  He traced the knife under my breast a few times and asked what I thought I’d look like if he cut it off…  At one point, after repeated insertion of the wine cooler bottle, he withdrew both of his arms from me, and they were covered with blood to his mid-forearm.

I babysat this guy’s infant nephew. He made up a story about me needing to come and get the baby as the baby’s dad had been in a car accident, and they needed me to watch the infant so they could deal with things at the hospital.  He called from a corner 7-11; I knew the sister with whom  he was staying didn’t have a phone.  NO red flags there.  I loved that baby, and immediately went to go get him.  More lies- but at the time I didn’t know that, and he had my weakness figured out- I would do anything to help the baby.  I had been raised to ‘help my neighbors’ and didn’t feel a ‘right’ to listen to my gut about not really knowing him.  I fell for his story hook, line, and sinker.  They’d bring the baby to my apartment later; they needed to hurry to the hospital, and wanted to know if he could wait for word on his sister’s boyfriend at my place. They’d pick him up there.

Long story short, after 6 hours, he passed out in my bed, and I had a way to escape; I grabbed a towel and ran after going to the bathroom, and walking back to the bedroom to be sure he was asleep. At that point, it was die then, die later, or actually escape. Minimal risk (that’s what you aim for- but sometimes you have to take more risk to stay alive).  Neighbors let me in to call 911, and then the police cars, helicopters (news and hospital), news station vans, radio stations, and neighbors showed up in force.  I was in the neighbors’ apartment by then (I’d only lived there for ten days- and met them the day before), and didn’t hear much after that. I was exhausted, and filing details away to be able to tell the detectives.  I never heard the shots fired by police, shooting him in my bedroom (had to clean up the blood later).  He didn’t die, so I had to get ready to go through the legal system.  The officers, detectives, and District Attorney’s office folks were all very nice to me.  Brenda Kennedy is now a Judge; she was the Assistant DA who handled ‘my’ case (I was a witness for the state of Texas).

Here’s what I want people to know.  If you are attacked, do what you have to do in order to get out alive.  In my case, that meant going through a LOT.  Torn uterine ligaments, a dislocated jaw, concussion, teeth through my bottom lip, pregnancy and miscarriage (I was a virgin; it was his kid), and emotional battering.  But I made it.  I made a conscious effort to keep track of details. I gave myself a job during the attack.  If you survive, you didn’t do anything ‘wrong’.  One thing I’ve heard several times and through several sources- never let someone take you to a secondary location. If you’re going to fight to the death, do it to avoid being moved. Look up some of these ‘attack survival tips’ online to be sure you have the information you need.

If you have access to a weapon and can get to it once the attack starts, use it.  Be careful when you go for a weapon if there’s a chance he could beat you to it.   Try to keep HIM calm, and do what you can to make yourself human to him (at the trial, my attacker listened to my testimony for 2 1/2 hours and changed his plea to guilty, saying he had no reason to believe I was lying; he got a 60 year sentence- I wouldn’t take less at the plea bargain since I knew it was the same as ‘life’ in terms of parole eligibility at that time- he’d be in for 1/3 before he’d be eligible for parole. He’ll be on parole or in prison until 2047).  He’s been out, and now back in… the woman who MARRIED him while he was serving the sentence for my rape got beat up by him. EVERY time he’s been out on parole he reoffends (since at least age 18, when the records show up; his sister said he’d been in trouble as a kid).  Hello?  The next mandatory release date is in 2033, I think. I’ve got a notebook full of paperwork on this mess.

If the guy who attacks you tells you to shut up, then shut up. Just get through it. You can second guess yourself for the rest of your life- but buy yourself another day however you need to do so.  If you’re dead, nothing will matter.

If it’s a ‘quick’ attack, call 911 as soon as you can, but do NOT take a shower- you NEED to have a rape kit exam done for evidence (don’t shower no matter how long it takes- I had to fake washing myself to preserve evidence when he forced me to shower with him- and evidence was still there in abundance).  It’s not a particularly painful exam- but it does make that feeling of being so vulnerable kick in.  It will be worth it in the end to have solid evidence to help the case, especially if police don’t have the ‘luxury’ of finding him in your bed, as in my case.  Don’t brush your teeth before going to the ER.  Save all clothing and panty liners or pads.  Yes- you will feel gross, and the exam is more emotionally invasive than physically painful.  But let the investigators get what they need to nail the bastard.  You may not be the first, and probably won’t be the last; help get him off the streets.

A violent rapist doesn’t have to be physically imposing.  A wimpy-looking twit can become very violent, and with that comes strength that doesn’t seem to match what you see.  That doesn’t mean you are pathetic for not flattening the guy- threats of death and visual or implied weapons are very powerful.  I had a 12 inch knife to my neck- I believed he’d kill me. He’d already slugged me a few times.  Listen to your gut.  Just get through it.

Take advantage of any counseling groups or services offered.  At first you might be sort of in shock or dazed. Or you may be fuming.  There’s no ‘right’ way to begin healing, but it is important that you don’t let the guy define who you are.  He took enough. YES, your life has to find a new normal.  Your friends, family, and co-workers who you decide to tell will be a bit weird around you- that’s not about you, it’s because they don’t want to upset you by asking the ‘wrong’ questions.  You can tell them what is OK to talk about.

You might not want to talk about it, but from my experience, making it something that was ‘out there’ took away a lot of its power over me. And nobody who is raped ‘asked for it’ or did anything wrong to get raped.  It’s about the defective thinking of the rapist.  You will have ups and downs.  That doesn’t mean your life will always be like that.  I was a mess in the beginning, and when the first parole hearing came up 22 years after sentencing (he had to finish serving out his time for a crime before mine that I hadn’t known the full details of, and since I was always willing to help the baby, I don’t know if my 23 year old brain would have done anything differently).  But, the more I can ‘get it out’, the less power it has.  Blogging has been very helpful- and people find this when they’re needing to read something from someone who has been there.

If people ask questions that imply that you didn’t do ‘enough’ to get out of the situation, blow them off- if you survived, you have done well.   Do what you need to do to feel as safe as you can- and if you feel like you’re getting to a really dark place, please reach out to someone (a crisis hotline, therapist, friend- someone).  It does get better.

If you read this before anything happens, and you live in a state with good self-protection gun laws, consider having one. Practice with it, and make it something you are comfortable using. Keep it somewhere safe, but accessible.  If you don’t have a weapon, consider self-protection classes.  Find other weapons (the leftover ends of sliding glass door tract rods that prevent it from being opened can be useful and easy to hide).  If tasers are legal, check those out.  Do whatever you can- but don’t beat yourself up if you ‘just’ survive by getting through it by having to put up with it.  If you’re alive, you did well.  YOU have nothing to be ashamed of.

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