I was violently raped about 13 years ago. I'd been working at a daycare about 30 minutes from home, and decided to take a back road home after work. It was still light out.
A police car pulled out behind me and turned on the lights. I pulled over, and was raped at gunpoint. I managed to escape- though I know that hadn't been the assailant's intent.
I did disclose some of this to a family member who contacted the police, but it was all so fuzzy to me, I didn't remember any details really. I remembered some, but not a lot. A female officer took me for a ride to find the location, and I couldn't be clear about whee it was. I explained what I could, but there were huge holes in everything, and she told me that I was clearly lying, and she was going to be nice and not arrest me for making a false police report. I was devastated, but didn't do anything at that point. I moved away and a couple years later I saw a news story about a woman assaulted by a man in a police car in that area. I didn't do anything. I was all the way across the country and had been dismissed once already.
I went on with my life, thought I had healed pretty well, and that I was pretty lucky I couldn't remember anything- until last night. It all came back in a rush. I dreamt it in bits, and when I woke up the whole thing is there. The sights, the sounds- everything. It all came open in a rush. I didn't really WANT to remember this, I'm pretty angry that the wall fell.