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(also by the same author, taking place slightly before that one, is a fic about Lady Catherine's daughter: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5375087/1/Miss-de-Bo...
Local rape crisis centers probably need your money and support more than RAINN does, if you're looking at donating, and if you need help they will be the best places to connect you with support in your particular area.
I'm also angry still because I had someone come to the live chat support at Scarleteen, describe a CLEAR instance of rape, and say "I got in touch with RAINN and when I told them this story, the person there said this wasn't rape." Which is never ok to say to someone who's just described their experience, but ESPECIALLY NOT when you are a fucking rape crisis volunteer.
I have gone through the crisis line volunteer training at the Orange County Rape Crisis Center (of North Carolina, not California) and even though I've moved away I still donate because that is a really well-run center. Ocrcc.org
For teens/young adults, Scarleteen provides support for sexual assault and rape; there's a list of our direct services here: http://www.scarleteen.com/need_help_now_a_guide_t...
I don't have direct experience with Pandora's Project but I've heard good things about this as a community of survivors providing support to each other: http://www.pandys.org/
You can probably look up organizations in your area and get in touch to see what sort of help they need.
Most people were pretty understanding, but this super-rich guy Gordon (so rich he had one of those titanium AmEx black cards) was SO pissed and kept saying "this is NO WAY to run a business" at me. Thanks dude, but I had nothing to do with my boss being a flake.
This was before I had a cell phone, and while a few other people offered to let me use their phones to call my boss, I hadn't been working there long enough to have memorized his number. Finally a former employee (who had left w/a lot of bad feelings towards my boss) happened to come by and she knew his number, so I was able to call and tell him to get his ass over to open it up. He kind of freaked out, but at least he realized that it had been his fault.
The upside was that he said "you're doing such a good job here I just assumed I'd given you keys already" and this was my first step towards becoming a manager and being hella competent there, but it was a pretty terrible morning.
She put me on updating the departmental directory, which meant I was emailing everyone in this fairly large department for weeks to remind them about sending their information in to me, then using a very clunky editing program to smoosh all the data in. It was the kind where inserting someone into the alphabetical list didn't automatically shift all other entries smoothly down, but messed up the formatting, so there was endless cut/pasting going on.
I managed to get it all put together only a little later than desired, figure out the confusing university printer's ordering system on their website, and submit my First Big Project, only to have my DIRECT supervisor, who was so patient with me even though I probably radiated anger at that shitty job, come into my cubicle and say "why am I not listed in the directory?"
Somehow, out of dozens of employees in the department, the only one missing was her. Sorry, Libby. :(
More embarrassing than terrible: I was managing a pet supply store that focused a lot on nutrition so we had close relationships with a lot of pet food manufacturers. One was sponsoring a tour of their plant for store owners to show off their dedication to quality control, high quality ingredients, etc. This was about a four-hour drive away, in South Carolina, so it would take all day and I wouldn't be in the store at all. I drove down, blasting awesome music all the way, showed up at the plant... and when no one was there to meet me, I called into the store and the other manager and I realized that the tour was the NEXT Wednesday.
My boss was a good sport and actually paid me for half the day even though I didn't do shit, and when I went down the next week the sales rep made a joke about someone being "so enthusiastic" they came down a week early, but happily she didn't name names.
My mom is mostly great, except for not consistently using the right pronouns for me 9+ years after I asked her to make that change. But she also bought me awesome beard-grooming toiletries for my birthday last week, so I can't really figure her out on this.
Thanks so much for sharing. <3