The healing power…

I’m posting another article which has touched me – and I hope you don’t think me lazy because this now is the second time I’ve done this recently, however I think this is a very moving story about the power of love, and how love can heal.

It concerns a tourist who, on her second night in Sydney, was raped. And how the community where the attack occurred then came together to send her their love. And how that love then healed her. Or at least began the healing process.

This is the kind of story that rarely reaches us because the media usually concentrates on the shocking and exploitative aspects of news stories, and not these positive stories that emphasise compassion and love. That’s another reason I’m posting this here – to get it out wider.

So the story is from the Sydney Morning Herald – and here is the link:
Belgium woman returns to Australia   And here is the story: 

Since studying tourism it had been my dream to visit Australia. I was planning to discover Sydney and then to travel further. I arrived in November last year and hoped to stay for about a year.

On my second day in Sydney I still felt quite jetlagged and in the early evening I decided to go for a walk outside and see the neighborhood around Kings Cross where I was staying. 

As I was wandering, enjoying all of the lights and the sounds I found myself in a dark street that I didn’t recognise.

As I tried to orientate myself back to the hotel a man grabbed me from behind, and dragged me into an alley. He shoved me against a wall with his hand around my throat. I was paralysed with fear.

Then he sexually assaulted me. When he was finished he left me there; dazed, shocked. I never even saw his face.

I don’t remember much about going back to my hotel but I was strangely numb. All I wanted to do was get back to my room and never tell anyone about what I had just experienced, I was so ashamed. 

When I made it back to the hotel I just crumbled.  When I saw the hotel staff the words tumbled out of me. They called the police who were there in two minutes, and they took me to the hospital. 

My family said they would come immediately to take me home but it would have taken a few more days. I couldn’t wait. I did not feel safe and I was reluctant to even leave my hotel room. I saw something about it on the news and I was scared that someone would be waiting outside my hotel wanting me to talk about it. The next day I was on a plane home to Belgium, a completely different person.

I wanted everyone at home to think that I was ok, because I could see how worried they were and they didn’t know what to say or how to act, so I pretended I was fine. But I was scared of people, I was scared to go out. I was sad, and ashamed. I began to cut myself, and it felt better for a moment but then I felt guilty that I had hurt myself further.

Eventually I went to a counselor and being able to talk freely about it and not worry about their feelings was such a relief.

One day the Belgian Embassy sent me an email. They told me it was unusual for them to do this but a lady in Sydney had sent a photograph to them hoping the Embassy would pass it on. The photograph was of a group of people – women, men and children- standing together smiling at me and all I saw was love. I didn’t really see that they were standing in the alley I was attacked in.

The message was that the community was sorry for what had happened to me and they wanted me to know that they cared. I could see that although the day was grey the sun was shining at the end of the alley and something began to change inside me. It was my first positive association with Australia.

The lady who orchestrated the picture, Claudia MacIntosh Bowman, and I started an email friendship and I began to think maybe I could return one day and have the adventure I had set out to experience the first time. My therapist thought returning would be good for me, and my parents encouraged the idea.

I was nervous about coming back. I was worried that it would be too difficult, or maybe these people who were being so nice to me would not like me when they met me, but when I arrived and saw Claudia at the airport it was like coming home to family.

Claudia had sent out messages to the community of my imminent arrival and people opened their homes to me. I have been given experiences, have been fed and taken out and shown how wonderful this city really is. I have been treated with such love. It’s overwhelming.

Claudia told me she had a friend who is a documentary maker and that she would be interested in documenting my experience here. I was unsure at first but when I met Rani (Chaleyer) I just knew that I trusted her with my story.

I realised it was important to show my journey to inspire other women to come forward if they experience something like this. You don’t have to go to the police, but you need to tell someone you trust. You can’t just hide it away.

When I told Rani I wanted to go back to the alley I was attacked in she questioned if it was a good idea. I had discussed it with my therapist before I left Belgium and I just knew it was something I needed to do. I went during the day, and it looked different to how it looked the night I was assaulted. As I stood there it felt so heavy in my bones, in my heart. I didn’t cry, but I felt so much pain for a minute and it was all right there. And then it wasn’t.

Suddenly, that space was not his anymore. That alley, that horrible experience, and now this new experience, it was mine and I reclaimed it.

What happened to me is awful, I still have bad days and I will carry it for the rest of my life, but this thing does not define who I am. And this trip, and these people in this community have restored my faith in humankind.

Belgium traveler

8 thoughts on “The healing power…

  1. Poingant story Bill, the love of humanity is a powerful healer. She had a lot of courage to return to Australia, and the woman that reached out to her was very persistantt o find her even though it must not have been easy.


    • HI Kathryn – I think it’s remarkable that these people who lived in the area got together and took the trouble to do this. And the impact their compassion had on the woman who’d been raped. I remember reading the story at the time, and I was really devastated by it. It’s so good that this positive spin on the story has now come to light.


    • Hi Julie – I agree – very powerful.

      I wonder if the people who perpetrate these crimes – particularly crimes against women – give any thought to the long term damage it causes. Sometimes lifetime damage.



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