I went to the police two weeks ago to report a rape. The police told me directly they did not believe me, that I'd made allegations before, they told me that I was mentally ill and needed medication. They told me I was making up these allegations because I'd been sexually abused as a child and then they took me to the hospital to be sectioned.
I had not told them I had been abused as a child. Apparently, they had my notes on file, they said. From 30 years ago?
Seriously.
I'd first called a sexual assault referral centre, anonymously, who told me that I probably had AIDS, could be pregnant and needed emergency contraception. They couldn't see me that day, so suggested I went to the hospital GUM clinic. So I did, and they told me they wouldn't take photos of my injuries, nor would they take a blood test to see if I'd been given drugs. The doctor in the hospital wanted to know how many times I'd had anal sex and whether I was an injecting drug user. He wasn't bothered that I'd just been attacked, in my own fucking home, by two men, one of which had attempted to strangle me.
When I told him I didn't want an internal examination he laughed at me. So I left. Without any treatment or support. I then went to the main police centre, which was closed, so I walked to the next nearest one, three miles away. When I got there, I told the cop I wanted to report a rape and he said, 'what do you want me to do about it?" Another officer arrived, and they laughed at me as I sat on the floor crying. They called me 'thing'. 'I'm dealing with this….thing".
I eventually left, sat in the rain for three hours, crying, and then went back to the police station, to try again. Another cop at least did his job, and got me a detective, who spoke to me on the phone. The detective had spoken to my alleged attacker and decided who they believed. Nobody was interested in me. Nobody wanted to listen, to understand, to do a rape kit.
They didn't section me at the hospital. My blood pressure was low and my body temp was too high, and the nurse told me she didn't think I was mad. She wasn't happy, and left, and I never saw her again. They left me, sitting in the waiting room, until the sun came up the next day, and then I went back home.
Now I'm barricading myself into my bedroom at night, and I've bought cameras for my house. Lovely. So yeah, report it, but don't expect to be treated decently. By anybody.