I learned about the victim compensation from a friend, not from the detectives I met with in Emmy’s apartment. I received one payment early on, a couple thousand dollars. It was invaluable. It helped me pay for some initial therapy and a security deposit on an apartment. It never occurred to me to reapply, nor would I have felt comfortable approaching the victim compensation fund a few years later, when I was suffering just as much and still underemployed as a direct result of the trauma that held me by the throat most days.
