EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT THIS
what the actual FUCK
I wish I could even be shocked
Just gonna keep reblogging this
this is the biggest crock of fucking bullshit i’ve ever fucking seen FUCK
“but why didn’t you go to the hospital?”
Submitted by anonymous:
I am a prosecutor who handles sexual assault cases and have some pretty good first-hand knowledge on this subject. The reason I’m bothering to say something about it is that I wouldn’t want this picture-that hundreds of thousands of people have apparently reblogged-to have a chilling effect on women seeking medical help after a sexual assault. So a few things—
1. If it is not clear from the bill, most of the charges are for tests and meds to identify and treat (early) any possible STDs etc. These tests and meds are vitally important and someone who has been raped should not go without them. Early treatment or prophylaxis may mean the difference between fighting off a disease and carrying it with you for a long time.
2. There are resources available to help victims cover medical costs. In Virginia, where I practice law, there is a Criminal Injuries Compensation Fund which pays these sort of bills. There are people involved in the court process whose sole job it is to help victims through the aftermath of crimes like this, including the financial repercussions. In a case where a victim “presses charges,” there should be no reason (at least where I live) why the victim would have to pay this bill.
3. If you are raped, there are PEOPLE WHO CARE. From wonderful, highly trained sexual assault nurse examiners (SANE), to doctors, to victim advocates, to police and prosecutors, we are all here to help. The aftermath of violent crime is horrible, but no one has to navigate the waters alone. We care about you. We care about what happened to you. We want justice and healing for you and we will work however long and however hard we have to in order to see it done.
You are brave, you are strong and you can and will get through this.
You have a dinner date for seven pm. What time do you arrive?
Seven. Am. Case the restaurant. Run background checks on the staff. Can the cook be trusted? If not I gotta kill him. Dispose of the body. Replace him with my own guy no later than 4:30.
Do you think everybody eventually learned not to stand too close to Perceptor
School ripped the passion I had for writing out of my soul and buried it in a pile of shit a million miles away. And that’s the thing - school is meant to make you flourish - it’s supposed to reach deep into your mind and fill your head with passion, knowledge, education. Yet I spend my nights with my overused notebook open, pages seeping with endless memories and turmoil suffered over the years, and I am afraid that if I write something incorrectly, I’ll get a bad grade. My mind has been corrupted by an infinite amount of stimulus and criteria, so much so that I can’t even write one, simple word. I can’t write about my own experiences, my own pain or my own happiness. School has fucked me so many times. I lack passion and the desire to live. I’ll never be the person to say that school handed me the best years of my life. It’s stolen my life.
An Eager Year 12 Student (via prelovers)
Hits fucking home.
While it is true that school is not the place to nurture the flourishing of the creative mind, it must be done TO SPITE THEM. Stephen King was told my his high school writing teacher that his writing wouldn’t amount to anything because it was too macabre!