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From the start, the rape investigation had been botched. Nobody took my rapist’s name down and guest logs from that day vanished. Further, nobody bothered to ask why he was in a rush to leave. The worst of all, nobody took any of the physical evidence he’d left on me. If I’d chosen to press charges at that very moment, there wouldn’t have been a case against him because they let the evidence walk away or disappear. When I’d chosen to press charges, the University Police Department cop on my case never even returned my phone call.
Even though I couldn’t get justice – or even my rapist’s name – I tried getting support from on-campus resources. Their biggest resource and the secondary jewel in the school’s student life crown, the Wellness Resource Center, denied helping me. Their reason? Officially, because rape was “outside of their jurisdiction”. Unofficially, according to an administrator in the school’s Office of University Housing and Residential Life, because I am a transsexual and helping me would be the same as helping a male. It should be noted that their peer counselors and professional staff pride themselves on strides made to support male and “LGBT” survivors. I quickly discovered that what they would say they were capable of and what they were willing to do were two separate things."