And it went alright.
I got to work with one of our medical advocates. What a woman! She is just amazing--so calm, educated, caring and just really really good at what she does.
She was a great teacher to me last night. I felt like I came away with a better understanding of how to be a victim's advocate.
I got the page after I'd already been asleep for a couple of hours, so I scrambled to throw some clothes on (thankfully we don't have to dress up to do a hospital visit), and got my ass over there.
On the way there, a million things went through my head. I didn't know who was there waiting for me or what the scenario was going to be.
All I could think was that something bad happened to someone and it was my job to try and make the situation as easy and comfortable as possible--if it was possible. I couldn't let my emotion cloud what I was there for.
It's just really hard to not think about my girls and how I would deal if they were hurt in such a heinous and disgusting way. Or about friends that have had to deal with sexual assault, rape, molestation...
As soon as I walked in though, it was gone. I felt ready to deal with whatever they threw at me.
And I did.
The only thing I didn't like was leaving. My job, at this point in my volunteering, is to be there for support, give resources and be done.
I'm anxious to "level up" and work more on the prosecution's end. As much as I enjoy helping people in the thick of it, I really want to help put the perpetrators behind bars.
I'm working on it.
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- ▼ August (10)