My school is on the new listing. My school which I love dearly, but ultimately left because how my assault was handled by both the university and my peers. I started having academic issues after the assault, which is not surprising since my rapist was in a majority of my classes.

An old high school acquaintance went off on a rant about this last time we were together. He kept going on about the number of girls lying about being raped on college campuses to obtain some sort of feminist badge of honor.

I had three different campus police tell me I was mistaken about what happen within an hour of reporting it to them. Two told me I probably said yes, I was just too drunk to remember. The other kept asking why I would have a classmate walk me home after a party if I didn't attend on sleeping with him. So yeah, I am…

A week after my assault, one of my classes read numerous first hand accounts of people being smuggled across the boarders into the US. I was naive enough not to realize there would be rape in these stories. When we started reading one were a girl was raped numerous times by the guy she thought was saving her, I had a…

I told my RA first. They kept telling me that the cops were called, but it turns out only campus cops were. After 5 hours with them, I did not possess the strength to pursue it any further that day. A month or so later when I realized the campus police were doing nothing (and I was being harassed by my attacker who…

How horrible do you have to be? The first person I told, said it was my fault. Second person told me I was probably too drunk and slutty. Forgive me for not believing that telling more people would have positive outcomes. You have no idea what each victim goes through and should kindly shut up.

I just love when people tell me what happened to me wasn't actually rape. I mean, if I was really raped rape it would have been much more violent with a stranger, right? If only I knew it wasn't rape in college I would have been able to sit through the class we shared without having panic attacks. Oh well, live and…