Women, have you ever been in a really bad situation and know you want out but you're not exactly sure how to exit it? Yeah, that was me a few weeks ago and I want to give you perspective on what this might be like for animals who have escaped abuse or neglectful situations as well so that you know how to be supportive to them in their new homes.
I went on a date. It was horrible. I was rescued. The end.
Actually, I wish it was that simple but it wasn't. Mostly because of the weird guilt and shame that came up for me upon my exit scene to safety. So let me share with you some of what happened and how it relates to your animals who have also escaped weird/horrible/creepy people and how you can be supportive to them through this.
If you're dating, It's not an uncommon thing to be sitting across the table from a stranger and it's also not uncommon to dread what might be expected of you at the end of the night... or when you're walked to your car. This is the exact scenario I found myself in as I listened to some chump tell me enough to paint a clear picture of who he was: A racist, flat-earther, who wanted me to pretend he was my bratty little brother in sexual scenarios. OH. My. God. How did I get here and how do I get out? As everything was unfolding all I was thinking was "I want a drink (to cope of course)!" and then quickly went to "No Rachel, you can't drink! You need your wits about you. You need to know how to get yourself out."
I seized that moment when all of a sudden I had this brilliant idea to walk to the bathroom and call my sister to ask her for advice. As I was walking to the bathroom, it occurred to me that I didn't need her advice, I knew what to do, I needed to run. I needed to run like fecking hell! Which I did. I ran right passed the server who had a confused look on her face and all the way down the street, up the hill and to my car. I locked the doors and sped away as though I had just robbed a bank. Well... I guess I had dined and dashed which is not the same thing but... well it sorta felt like it. The only thing on my mind was to escape. I frantically called my sister and a few friends, none who answered... It was a Friday night after all. I drove home and walked to my local French bistro where I ordered an Old Fashioned and poured all the horrific details out to the friendly female bartender. Who said, "oh GAWD! That's awful! I had no idea Flat-earthers where a real thing!" I know.. me too.