I am an EMT and I picked this girl up a few nights ago. A guy had found her and carried her to his truck where he called 911. We didn't know what was wrong with her because she refused to talk to us, and she sat in the furthest corner on the ambulance to avoid us. All of a sudden I just knew, she had been raped. (Besides the obvious clues because her clothes were torn, and she was shaky and scared to death and hurt pretty badly). She told us that he was her best friend and they'd grown up together and she freaked out when my partner ( male) touched her arm. I looked right at her, and said "you were raped weren't you?" She looked up at me with so much raw pain in her eyes and nodded, then she starting crying and I told my partner this was my call (he understood because any suspected female assaults are supposed to be handled by a female EMT if possible). I felt so bad for her. I can only imagine what I looked like on the way to the hospital that day. She asked me how I could tell. I just told her I had been where she was and i don't know why I asked, but I recognized myself in her and figured out the rest. She didn't talk for the longest time, and she let me bandage and treat her and I tried to be as noninvasive as possible. It really hit home tonight, to see someone in the position I was in not so long ago. Finally she said she felt safer knowing I understood what she was going through, and we got her into the room at the hospital and I stayed with her until the rape crisis councilor came in. Then she got swept up into the exam and I slipped outside because I couldn't stand to watch it happen, again. Once was enough.
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