Yesterday morning I got a telephone call from the locale police. This woman asked me if it was possible for me to come to the police station to answer some questions. They were doing some research and I was able to help them out.
I knew immediatley that there was something wrong. So I went to the police station at around 10 am, yesterday. Once I got there, I met a friend of mine, whom became a police officier. I told him that I was expected. He went back in and told me to wait in the hall. He talked to his colleagues while I was waiting. The fact that it took several minutes for him to tell the other police officers that I arrived aroused my suspicion that it was serious business, even more. When he came back to tell me that they are ready for me, he tried to act as normal as possible but still I felt something was wrong. It's very odd how, is some cases, you can actually feelwhat another person is feeling at that moment.
An officer of the criminal investigation department took me into a seperate room where he started questioning me. He asked my ID card. Tried to start the computer and log on which took some time. In the mean time I was sitting there wondering what the heck was going on.
After a while he came back (he left the room to see if he could fix the problem with the computer) and finally he told me what the purpose of this interrogation was. He started by saying that I was called to the police station because my name was linked (through a tip) to a rape case.
When heard that, it was like being hit with a hammer in the face, like being told that you have only a few weeks to live etc... .
You can't imagine what it does to you if you're not in a situation like that.
I asked him if I was a suspect and he said; "no, you're not, you're a source of information in this rape case".
He asked a lot of questions about my were abouts at a certain time, when I went to bed, if I ate something ect... . The only alibi that I have is my father and that is clearly not good enough in the eyes of the law. So he asked if I was willing to give them DNA voluntarily. I, immediately said "yes absolutely, what ever you need". After a while, another investigator came in the room to take my pictures. This investigator is a good friend of mine. We went to the same high school and we have mutual friends. He explained everything to me. The case wasn't going anywere and the police asked the media to help out.
It's with this information that was given on television and newspapers and God knows what else, that someone who probably know me, gave my name to the police as a possible "offender".
After a while, another good acquaintance (yes I know a lot of police officers in person) of mine came into the room to take DNA. We went through the procedure and I had to sign a lot of paperwork. I had to open the two packages containing the two sticks to collect DNA from my inner cheeck.
While this is happening, we talked (he talked and I listened
) and he said that he knows that I have nothing to with this rape but he has to do his job. My other friend said the same thing. There have been at least 50 other people before me whom went through the same ordeal. It's an ordeal for sure. Don't come here and say that a thing like that wouldn't bother you the least because if you're a normal person and not some kind of psychopath, you will get effected on an emotional base.
The problem I'm still struggling with today is that there is a person whom gave my name to the police. A person whom thinks that I'm capable of such a horrible thing.
If there is a person who knows the effects on somebodies life after an emotional abuse, than it's definitely me.
I have been thinking to file a complaint against this person. He/she has to answer for what he/she has done to me. One can never know if it is done out of a sense of duty or out of vengance.
I can't get rid of the thought/feeling that it's the latter.
I knew immediatley that there was something wrong. So I went to the police station at around 10 am, yesterday. Once I got there, I met a friend of mine, whom became a police officier. I told him that I was expected. He went back in and told me to wait in the hall. He talked to his colleagues while I was waiting. The fact that it took several minutes for him to tell the other police officers that I arrived aroused my suspicion that it was serious business, even more. When he came back to tell me that they are ready for me, he tried to act as normal as possible but still I felt something was wrong. It's very odd how, is some cases, you can actually feelwhat another person is feeling at that moment.
An officer of the criminal investigation department took me into a seperate room where he started questioning me. He asked my ID card. Tried to start the computer and log on which took some time. In the mean time I was sitting there wondering what the heck was going on.
After a while he came back (he left the room to see if he could fix the problem with the computer) and finally he told me what the purpose of this interrogation was. He started by saying that I was called to the police station because my name was linked (through a tip) to a rape case.
When heard that, it was like being hit with a hammer in the face, like being told that you have only a few weeks to live etc... .
You can't imagine what it does to you if you're not in a situation like that.
I asked him if I was a suspect and he said; "no, you're not, you're a source of information in this rape case".
He asked a lot of questions about my were abouts at a certain time, when I went to bed, if I ate something ect... . The only alibi that I have is my father and that is clearly not good enough in the eyes of the law. So he asked if I was willing to give them DNA voluntarily. I, immediately said "yes absolutely, what ever you need". After a while, another investigator came in the room to take my pictures. This investigator is a good friend of mine. We went to the same high school and we have mutual friends. He explained everything to me. The case wasn't going anywere and the police asked the media to help out.
It's with this information that was given on television and newspapers and God knows what else, that someone who probably know me, gave my name to the police as a possible "offender".
After a while, another good acquaintance (yes I know a lot of police officers in person) of mine came into the room to take DNA. We went through the procedure and I had to sign a lot of paperwork. I had to open the two packages containing the two sticks to collect DNA from my inner cheeck.
While this is happening, we talked (he talked and I listened
The problem I'm still struggling with today is that there is a person whom gave my name to the police. A person whom thinks that I'm capable of such a horrible thing.
If there is a person who knows the effects on somebodies life after an emotional abuse, than it's definitely me.
I have been thinking to file a complaint against this person. He/she has to answer for what he/she has done to me. One can never know if it is done out of a sense of duty or out of vengance.
I can't get rid of the thought/feeling that it's the latter.
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