I didn’t want to go anywhere after
that, but I went out the next day with my mom and sisters to a wedding shower
for a good friend of ours. I almost called my mom to ask if I could miss out on
the shower. I decided to go, but wasn't myself during it. I had already blamed
myself and couldn't tell my family what had happened. Mom asked if I was okay
and I said I was tired from all the schoolwork (I had been in school for a few
months and was having trouble understanding the material and finishing all the
work). All weekend, I was tired and crying.
I wanted to tell someone but I was too ashamed. I finally told my caregiver Ann that the
handi-bus driver kissed me, but I didn’t tell her the entire story.
I thought I could put it behind me
and move on, but when I got on a bus again, it all came back to me. I was
scared to take the bus alone. I was supposed to go to school and study because I’d
failed an exam last Friday. I had to wait at least four days before I could try
it again, but I could not even open a book during the weekend. Every morning,
my facilitator and I started our day with a coffee break. I managed to get on the
bus and meet her for coffee before I broke down into tears. I explained what
had happened and she insisted we call our coordinator.
At school, I was feeling very
ashamed of myself. My facilitator encouraged me to tell someone else: someone
who I was comfortable talking to and who could support me during this time. Our
coordinator agreed to come meet us at the school. My mind kept going back and forth between
keeping quiet or telling someone. My
coordinator insisted on phoning my mother and Access Calgary about what had
happened. I still kept blaming myself
and had a hard time agreeing to her idea. Even if I said no, it was already too
late. She had to call my mother; it was her job.
That night, Susan called me and
asked if she could come over. I didn't feel like seeing anyone or talking so I
said no. My mom had called her to say what had happened and she was already on
her way. My sister and I spent that
evening writing down what really happened before I forgot. I asked her not to tell mom all the details, but
she said, “Too late Shawna, she already knows.”
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