Recently, a friend of mine asked, on a scale of one to ten, ten being completely okay, where would I put my healing? I said a ten. Because, honestly, I do feel like I am all better. But, really? Can I, will I, ever be all better? I have to believe this is the case, and I would say that it IS true for me now.
I went to see “Captain Phillips” on Sunday. I even skipped my beloved beach yoga to go to the 10a showing. By the way, it is a great movie and Tom Hanks did a wonderful job. Imagine my surprise when the movie triggered in me flashbacks, of a sort. Obviously, I was not kidnapped by pirates, but something in me definitely resonated with the story. I can only guess it was the trauma they suffered from the ordeal. When they were in the life saving craft and one of the pirates looked out the window and saw three American Naval War Ships, all I could think was, Wow, you should never piss off the Americans because they WILL hunt you down and do whatever is necessary to defend their citizens and property. I also thought, why would they not just give up? Could they not see there was no way they were going to get away, either with Captain Phillips or with what they had already done? Why wouldn’t they just surrender?
This is what happened when my guardian angel was on his way to save me from cockroach boy. Clearly, someone was coming, and even more clearly, there was no way he was going to be able to follow through with his intention to rape me. Yet, he did not stop. He did not even get off of me, he just continued with his ‘plan’. It was not until my angel was leaning over and yelling in his face to get off of me that he finally, I’m sure reluctantly, got off and ran up the sidewalk to the street. I know now that he was in some kind of zone, as were the pirates. Watching it on the big screen, but seeing myself in a similar situation was rather upsetting.
The other part of the movie that really hit home for me was after he had been rescued and was on the American ship. He was so obviously in shock, and I do understand that they were all just following protocol, but the way he was treated reminded me of how the EMTs treated me. I never mentioned this before because I never wrote about it at the time. It has never left me, though. You have to remember I was in a lot of physical pain after my attack, as I had been slammed to the cement and then fought with my attacker for however long. My back hurt, I had many abrasions and cuts, and I was in shock. Just as in the movie, they wanted me to sit down. I didn’t want to because my back hurt and it was more painful to sit down. Basically, they ‘forced’ me to. I was told they wanted to take my blood pressure and other vital signs. I told them that whether I was sitting or standing, whatever reading they got was going to be off the charts and not what my normal blood pressure would be. I felt like no one was listening to me and it did not feel good. In the movie, the ship’s doctor said, “I need you to sit down.” It was just the way she said it that brought back my memory of the paramedics and how they responded to me.
It seems ironic to me that the most innocent of things can now trigger in me the very thing I worked so hard to get through. I can understand how seeing a movie about rape or some other kind of physical assault would be hard, if not impossible, to watch. (Actually, I do not think I could even see that type of movie now.) I guess that there are some things that will be with me always. I do hope in time this type of thing happens less and less. The truth is the me that was attacked that day no longer exists. You know the adage, ‘what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.’ Well, cockroach boy did not kill me and I AM much stronger.