Personal Narrative: My Rape

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A memoir of what it was like reporting my rape.

December 9th of 2013 changed my life forever whether I wanted it to or not. That was the day I was raped and chose to report it to the Pocatello, ID Police department. I assumed my Rapist, let’s call him Lewis, would be arrested and prosecuted. I had no idea that reporting my rape would turn into even more of a nightmare than it already was.

I won’t withhold any information, except for my rapists real name (and roommates involved). Because unfortunately he’s more protected by the law than my body. To have you understand why I am being public about what happened to me I have to start from the beginning, and take you through every detail.

That night started out amazing for me. I had met someone …show more content…

Lewis and Lea were incredibly drunk and fighting so she wanted to go home after we had played a few games of beer pong. Personally I hate beer so I had maybe a few sips of one and had one shot. This was within hours. So it goes without saying I was extremely sober. Allie had nothing to drink due to her having a final the next day so she offered to take Lewis and Lea home.Lewis’s sister was one of my roommates and best friends. So she offered to ride with all of them to take them home. I stayed behind and started the clean up of the small …show more content…

Allie took me back to her house where I logged into Facebook. Only to be met with a Message from Lea. Besides her telling me that “he was the best I’d ever have, I should feel lucky”, and “who would rape my ugly ass”, she went on to say, "Ha I even talked to the Detectives and you know what they all said to me? ‘Don't worry, this won't go anywhere. All we have here is two people in a room having sex.' HAHAHA even they didn't believe you! We weren't worried about this at all especially after the Detective said you were lying."

So much for that no contact order I had to find out from calling my lawyer after seeing them drive by my work. I didn’t even hear from the Detective for 2 months. He couldn’t be bothered with telling me about it. After getting another message from Lea I called the Police and she was asked to not contact me. No repercussions from breaking a contact order. Nothing. She got what she wanted. She got to harass me and get away with

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