Not just victims of rape need help, but their loved ones can need help as well.

Finding victims of rape and falling in love with them, I know I needed help. That was was something my parents didn't find out about, not wanting to invade my privacy. I was frightened by the prospect of murderers and rapists. Thinking there were secretly a lot of them was very hard to cope with. I needed reflection, knowledge of God's power and might, justice for the victims. I needed support, but I didn't know it. I was afraid to seek support for being neglected by family and hurt by older brother, and I was lost and alone in the world kind of, without real friends. I took my distance from my family when I went to college, that not might have been smart, I lost my mother due to brain cancer and then I had no one I could trust to talk to about anything. My dad like I said was a sort of mentally ill person, he couldn't bring himself to be a proper father to me when I became an adult. I wound up drifting into the arms of drug pushers, got hit by cocaine, that started a serious drugs issue that would persist for years. I was so stressed out about being addicted to drugs, it was like I would go to jail and get killed. I had to move to BC to escape draconian drug laws in other jurisdictions. I met more rape victims, or possible rape victims, this time young girls who had dated drug dealers. I met the real murderer types, and it was distressing. I had to get on anti psychotics to kick the drug habit and manage my life among people who were serious dudes.