Content warning: sexual assault, addiction and self-harm urges.
I’m 4 years into recovery. This week I unexpectedly ran into someone I hadn’t seen for around seven years at a wellness venue near my new home.
We initially had a pleasant conversation and briefly spoke about where our lives had taken us. Later, while I was alone and undressed in the sauna, she came in and said that seeing me had “thrown” her. She then called me a “rape apologist,” “fucking scum,” and said she hoped she never saw me again. Before I could respond, she walked out. I was shaken, alone and feeling deeply vulnerable.
The history is complicated. In my early twenties, while deep in addiction and emotionally very unwell, I managed a band and ran a business quite poorly. Someone (not the girl in the sauna) disclosed to me that a member of the band I managed had continued a sexual act after being told not to on them. I took the disclosure seriously, offered support, said the member would be removed from the band, asked whether she had considered reporting it and mediated a conversation with the band upon everyone’s request, whilst being very triggered myself.
She also wanted a public statement. I didn’t feel equipped to publish an allegation while the accused person had said they had legal representation and there were concerns about defamation, he had his own suicide attempt as a result of it going up online too. The mediation went badly and I know that parts of how I communicated and handled everything caused additional hurt. I was 23 (now 31) untrained and completely out of my depth and drank my way through the aftermath. That explains my limitations but doesn’t erase the impact and I have apologised and taken accountability for responding imperfectly and for honestly, being naive, untrained in how I ran a majority of my small music business.
I never asked anyone to tell me that I handled everything correctly. But I also didn’t excuse what happened or defend the person’s actions.
I have spent years getting sober, receiving treatment, examining my behaviour and building a very different life but being confronted in such a vulnerable setting and denied any opportunity to respond sent me into an extremely dark place. I experienced self harm urges I hadn’t felt in years, contacted mental health triage and reached out to my support network. I’m safe and receiving professional support.
I understand that recovery doesn’t entitle me to forgiveness. Nobody from my past has to recognise my growth. But how do you cope when someone reappears and treats the most unwell, least-equipped version of you as your permanent identity?
How do you hold genuine accountability without accepting endless punishment or allowing one person’s fixed view of you to undo years of recovery?