I've already posted my story on the FWR board - the short version is that a "friend" raped me, and the PF dropped the case.
Anyway. I spent a few months at home after that. Terrified. Jumpy. Drinking far too much. Reliant on extra-dosing my medications to sleep. Self-harming, praying for death. Avoiding company. Loathing any knocks at the door. Begging the letting agent to only send female representatives to my home (which they ignored).
And now I'm furloughed, and at home. Again. And I feel like the progress I made in returning to work, re-entering society... it's all lost. I'm home, alone, with only my recurring nightmares to keep me company.
How do I move on from this? How do I accept that this is not yet another tax on being violated? Will this ever end?