Your story really resonates with me. I think it's the kindness of others during those moments that mean so much. Thirteen months ago my fiance killed himself with me in the home. I remember very little of that day except for the interactions that I had with the police officers. I very clearly remember the idiot officer that came to ask me the name of the deceased without anyone telling me that he was, in fact decease, I remember the jerk who kept staring at me like I was ruining his morning, but most of all I remember the woman officer that sat next to me all morning. She didn't speak to me at all (I think), but the few times she placed her hand on my back, or motioned me in one direction or another, she helped me so much. This one woman, who I will never get to thank, gave me the greatest gift.

Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers.

I am always amazed at people who choose to work in public service but have no tact or empathy.

I am glad that you had someone (besides family) that showed such professionalism, care, and helped make a horrific experience a little more "sane". Thanks for sharing. Rated.

I didn't know anything about the drugs prescribed after a rape. It makes sense, but as you say, another detail we never hear about. I'm grateful you had such a caring nurse. As it should be. Perhaps one day she'll read this and know she made a difference.

I briefly volunteered on a board committee of the fledgling and only rape crisis center in my urban area. I was ask at one point to be one of those volunteers who accompany the women to the ER, while the SANE nurse does the exam, and to also answer the crisis hotline. I could never imagine myself being comfortable in that situation or even knowing close to the right things to say, or god forbid, having a breakdown of my own with the emotional intensity of the situation. But, that volunteer in your situation sounded completely out of line and really weird. SANE nurses are definitely wonderful things and I'm shocked that more people are not aware of them.