Earlier this year when my life imploded I went through some real shit. I don't just mean shit I mean fucked up, abusive, I was terrorized and nothing was okay shit but I couldn't see an easy way out. Break ups are never easy but they shouldn't be like that. I had a friend who … Continue reading I got chased out of the flat with no shoes on.
Nothing to do with me, just something I witnessed. I've been watching Living Undocumented on Netflix and it got me thinking of Kadijha. A young woman I met who was two years older than me from Mauritania. I only know bits of her story. I met her in a homeless shelter in Paris, she was … Continue reading Mauritania
I passed through another phase of whoring it up when I came back to Scotland. I guess casual sex is a coping mechanism, the same way excessive alcohol consumption helps me. Some of the things my ex did count as rape under the French legal system. This messes with me. After we broke up I … Continue reading Support
One year ago today, the 03/08/2018 I started this blog in secret because my depression was rapidly worsening and my at the time partner/fiancé had just locked me out completely. I wasn't allowed to post on Facebook because I was putting my entire life online. A lot has changed since. So far as I can … Continue reading One year later
Yesterday the psychologist I saw asked me what I wanted to achieve by pressing charges and what I wanted the justice system to do. I hadn't really thought about this as such because I am sadly not expecting the justice system to do anything. It has been over two years and the only evidence is … Continue reading What do I want to achieve?
The support I have had since starting this blog is so much more than I ever expected, in about six weeks I have had over 1000 visitors. Over 150 followers. Over 200 likes. I was never expecting this. To celebrate how well this is going I have opened a Patreon page here. There are three … Continue reading Patreon support
I came to France in 2012 when I was 20, I was considered to be an economic migrant. I thought my work chances would be better here that they were in the United Kingdom and although life was hard I can say it was much more rewarding. I didn’t really do much remarkable, in France … Continue reading How it began – an introduction to my life in France
When I was living in this shared house privacy was available and my door did lock, but that never seemed to stop people knocking or sending me texts. The walls were thin, I could hear most of what was happening in the living and dining rooms downstairs. Otherwise, you could see into my window from … Continue reading How I coped with being raped
On the 7th of August, I went to bed at 2:30am, setting an alarm for 8am. My friend who had come with me on the Friday before was coming with me again to give my statement even though he would have to leave partway through for work. We left at 8:45am and walked there, disappointingly … Continue reading Charges have been pressed
Today is the day I go to the police station to give my recorded statement. Today is as good of a day as any to share my story with the world. I'll be sharing it with the police after all. I'm anxious, French is not my mother tongue, when I went to give my provisional … Continue reading The worst day of my life