Loyal readers, I am going to keep this somewhat short, and use lots of images because I totally beat you up with my excessive word counts post in and post out. Plus, I hear brief copy and big visuals are the way to go with blogs. Sort of like baby books for adults.
So, last night, I graduated as a Connecticut state certified sexual assault counselor. It felt really, really good and strange. At first, I found myself feeling introspective and almost teary. That certificate represents having been sucked into the vortex of this disgusting crime almost exactly four years ago, and being spit out into a life that I never imagined.
But that’s the funny thing about life. All the worry and the planning and trying to out-think your future. And then one day, everything changes. I try so very hard to keep that in mind and embrace living for the moment and not think too far ahead in anything these days because I am never ever right about the outcome. Right now, I can conjure umpteen scenarios about what my first crisis call will be like when I am on-call for the Center. I just have to keep firm in my faith in myself. I know I can do this.
The best thing about my training was meeting such wonderful women and men in the anti-sexual violence movement. God bless the victims who shared their stories, the good people of the police department, the hospital emergency rooms, the state’s attorney office and my fellow volunteers-in-training and staff at the Rape Crisis Center. We are all in this together.