In the dark
After weeks my psychiatrist finally convinced me to talk to the cops again. I met them again today and it was just as bad as I thought it would be. It was fucking terrible, not only because I'm already terrified of the police but because the officer who questioned, yes, questioned me was a huge dick who kept antagonizing me and twisting my words and manipulating things. He kept trying to imply that because I'm a lawyer I knew the process and how much I could fake and how much I would get from it and then I must have fabricated the whole story. It made me so mad I wanted to lash out and then curl up. He was only supposed to take a fucking statement, but he kept gaslighting and belitting me when I said I didn't remember some things and I don't understand how he can go to sleep at night knowing he's defending a fucking psychopath. I'm at the end of my wits and it feels like I'm in the dark and no one will help me. I don't know if I can do this.