situations because I will fall apart if I don’t. There are always two nurses in the room, which helps with recording information. In this case, Skylar is doing the interview and I am preparing for the physical exam.
“Can you tell me what happened?” I hear Skylar ask.
“All I know is that he just took what he wanted and left,” the patient answers in a confused voice. That strikes me as odd, but I keep doing my job.
“What does that mean? Are you hurt anywhere? What did he do, exactly?” Skylar asks with more compassion than I could.
“I’m not really hurt, just angry. We were on my bed, making out, you know? I didn’t want things to go further, but he sort of talked me into it. The thing is, I told him to stop. I said I didn’t want it, but he said that I had gotten him all worked up and it wasn’t cool to just leave him hanging. I didn’t know what to do but I told him again that I didn’t want to, and he just went ahead and did it anyway. My resident assistant at my dorm told me to come here because I’d been sexually assaulted. Is she right? I don’t know what this is. I told him no but he didn’t hurt me. Is that rape?”
At this point, my heart goes out to this young woman. She doesn’t really know that she’s a victim. I just don’t understand how men think that it’s their right to fuck a woman just because he’s got a hard-on. It’s such a crock of shit but something that we see all too often here. I finish collecting samples while Skylar asks the required questions, and once I’m done I report to Dr. Sanders so she can do her exam. I make the necessary notes in the chart and excuse myself to the restroom. I need a break and that’s the only place to get any peace until I can get home.
3
The worst part about being fired from a job is not the loss of the job; it’s the boredom. It’s only been two days since I was dismissed from the DEA, and I’m bored out of my fucking skull. I’ve cleaned my place to the point that my mother would be impressed, if she were alive to see it. The job search has turned up absolutely nothing, but that’s not a surprise. The call I got from my brother yesterday didn’t really help me feel any better either.
“Hey, man, I just heard. What the hell happened?”
“How the fuck did you hear about it?”
“Kevin called. What are you going to do now?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll figure something out. I always land on my feet.”
“Have you told Dad?”
“No, and I’d appreciate it if you don’t say anything to him either. I don’t need his bullshit right now.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. I know you two have your issues. I’m not going to add fuel to that fire.”
“I appreciate it. I’ll call you in a few days, okay, Colin? I just need to get my shit together.”
“No problem. Later.”
I’m surprised that Colin even called. We don’t have the closest relationship. But the last thing I want is help from my little brother. I’m the one who’s supposed to take care of him, not the other way around. Unfortunately, I may have to ask him. The biggest problem is I don’t have any education to speak of. I went straight from high school to the Marines and then from there I got hired at the DEA. I wasn’t ever very good at school so it really wasn’t anything I missed. Now, though, the job market expects a college degree. Maybe it’s just this area, since it’s a bigger metropolitan area. On a whim, I pull up jobs in Colin’s neck of the woods, not because he’s there, but it’s more rural so maybe they won’t require so many credentials.
The listings aren’t great, but I do find a couple of things I’m qualified for. I really don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, so as long as it pays the bills and is mostly legal, I’ll do it. I pull up my bank statement and figure that I’ve got enough in savings for a deposit and first month’s rent on a new place, and maybe to get all the utilities turned on. My
“Can you tell me what happened?” I hear Skylar ask.
“All I know is that he just took what he wanted and left,” the patient answers in a confused voice. That strikes me as odd, but I keep doing my job.
“What does that mean? Are you hurt anywhere? What did he do, exactly?” Skylar asks with more compassion than I could.
“I’m not really hurt, just angry. We were on my bed, making out, you know? I didn’t want things to go further, but he sort of talked me into it. The thing is, I told him to stop. I said I didn’t want it, but he said that I had gotten him all worked up and it wasn’t cool to just leave him hanging. I didn’t know what to do but I told him again that I didn’t want to, and he just went ahead and did it anyway. My resident assistant at my dorm told me to come here because I’d been sexually assaulted. Is she right? I don’t know what this is. I told him no but he didn’t hurt me. Is that rape?”
At this point, my heart goes out to this young woman. She doesn’t really know that she’s a victim. I just don’t understand how men think that it’s their right to fuck a woman just because he’s got a hard-on. It’s such a crock of shit but something that we see all too often here. I finish collecting samples while Skylar asks the required questions, and once I’m done I report to Dr. Sanders so she can do her exam. I make the necessary notes in the chart and excuse myself to the restroom. I need a break and that’s the only place to get any peace until I can get home.
3
The worst part about being fired from a job is not the loss of the job; it’s the boredom. It’s only been two days since I was dismissed from the DEA, and I’m bored out of my fucking skull. I’ve cleaned my place to the point that my mother would be impressed, if she were alive to see it. The job search has turned up absolutely nothing, but that’s not a surprise. The call I got from my brother yesterday didn’t really help me feel any better either.
“Hey, man, I just heard. What the hell happened?”
“How the fuck did you hear about it?”
“Kevin called. What are you going to do now?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll figure something out. I always land on my feet.”
“Have you told Dad?”
“No, and I’d appreciate it if you don’t say anything to him either. I don’t need his bullshit right now.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. I know you two have your issues. I’m not going to add fuel to that fire.”
“I appreciate it. I’ll call you in a few days, okay, Colin? I just need to get my shit together.”
“No problem. Later.”
I’m surprised that Colin even called. We don’t have the closest relationship. But the last thing I want is help from my little brother. I’m the one who’s supposed to take care of him, not the other way around. Unfortunately, I may have to ask him. The biggest problem is I don’t have any education to speak of. I went straight from high school to the Marines and then from there I got hired at the DEA. I wasn’t ever very good at school so it really wasn’t anything I missed. Now, though, the job market expects a college degree. Maybe it’s just this area, since it’s a bigger metropolitan area. On a whim, I pull up jobs in Colin’s neck of the woods, not because he’s there, but it’s more rural so maybe they won’t require so many credentials.
The listings aren’t great, but I do find a couple of things I’m qualified for. I really don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, so as long as it pays the bills and is mostly legal, I’ll do it. I pull up my bank statement and figure that I’ve got enough in savings for a deposit and first month’s rent on a new place, and maybe to get all the utilities turned on. My
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