I finally have Naylors last name. The detective said it. She really said it. They know who he is. I'm not crazy. I keep repeating it in my head all day. Yeah, I goggled it, but then I realized I probably have every SCU detective in LA working on my case. I wonder what they are finding out about him. I can’t be the only woman he has done this to. I know in my heart I’m not. I know your last name now. It won’t be long.
I am at the post office. A woman left her phone on the counter, and the guy in line behind her called out to her and handed it off. It was nice to see some one watching out for some one else based on the same rational of fear. The common felt shock of losing your phone. The shock of realizing you’re at home, and you don't have your phone. You have no idea where it is, and you become frantic wondering if someone is looking thru it. That’s the kind of shock you feel when you have been drugged and rapped. Where did I leave my body at and who went thru it? To know we all have that fear, but you have not experienced what I did. I only hope my journal helps you to feel that shock. To understand what rape victims face. That feeling of being so vulnerable.