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Hello, It was a warm night in Florida and my husband was out to sea. I went to bed early and was awakened by my dogs barking in the dark. I thought nothing of it as a door closing would set them off. I got up to investigate and noticed that our garage door leading out back was open. I went to close it like I had done many times before and feeling safe as I was on a military installation. Then it happened. He grabbed my arm and we struggled. He threw me to the ground and I felt my head hit the dirt with a blunt force. I tried to scream but he covered my mouth. My mind was reeling, I thought of my husband, of my family, I thought back 3 years earlier when this exact same thing happened. I fought and struggled and finally it was over. I ran in the house and grabbed our gun, sat on the bed and cried. What should I do? Who should I call? I called my brother in law who lived with us but was out that night. He was at his parents. The phone rang forever, he was on the computer. I called my sister up north knowing she could contact him on line. He came home, we called the base police, and then my real hell started. It was 1230 and my house had become a war zone of soliders,putting up police tape, asking questions, searching the house (basically contaminating everything by touching it). The town police arrived as they had jurisdiction. After 3 hours was brought to the hospital for an exam. My husband was called as he pulled into Aruba, they wouldn't let me talk to him and he had no idea what was happening, he was coming home. I sat in the room alone,afraid,crying. A police detective arrived and wanted an interview. I was tired and weak, she didn't care. I gave my testimony under oath and told the story as it was happening right hen. She doubted everything I said. She questioned me over and over. Finally the doctor came in and did a rape kit. They called my mother in law and she was waiting to take me home. I didn't want to face her I was humiliated. After 8 hours in the hospital they let me go home, the detective wanted to come with me as she had more questions. I was on a narcotic and tired I wanted to be left alone. She came anyway. At my house they photographed me and the crime scene then she asked me to walk her to her car and explained to me clearly that she didn't believe me. She kept saying "If you want to change your story call me." I was hurt and confused, wasn't she supposed to help me? She wanted to interview my husband when he got home. She had already talked to my in laws. The next few days were hell. She kept calling and threatening me, telling me I wasn't cooperating, saying she was going to call my family (she did call my sister) I was sent a subpoena from the DA for all my medical records. I couldn't eat,sleep,i was on xanax I was diagnosed post traumatic stress disorder. This woman terrified me. My neighbors came forward and said they had some evidence about a man they had called the police on for lurking but she refused to listen to them saying there was no connection. I started therapy and tried to talk about it, it was a long hard process. In the end I am convinced the police think I was having an affair and cried rape to cover it up. The evidence of rape was there, the evidence of a crime was there, I was there, it happened and I felt betrayed by the people who were supposed to protect me. My husband has soooo supportive. Without him I do not know where I would be. For all of you who have gone through this hell, God bless you. Email me if you need a shoulder.