When i was 29 many years ago I was raped by my psychiatrist, I told no one not my family and really not my Therapist my most trusted friend, I didnt
tell any of my friends or health care providers either. It was my biggest secret ever.
I let that man abuse me and never spoke a word of it for 20 years after when I met my current and only psychiatrist I have ever talked to since. I let that man go free and never turned him in to keep his family from knowing and save my family the embarassment.
I thought I was to blame and I was ashamed of what happened. I was his patient in the hospital and he took me to an unoccupied floor to talk in the TV room everyday so I never thought anything of it until that Sunday morning in the autumn of my 29th year of life. I was being transfered to an eating disorders clinic the next morning and my doctor said this was something that was due him.
I should have turned him into the police and not been a coward and let him get away with that most horrible act. He hurt me so horribly I can never explain again. But I am so glad I let it out to my Dr. I have now he has been the best and most empathetic man, he has made me see how it was not my fault or any of my doing. I didn't deserve anything that was done to me and I never will. I was innocent.