Chronic Ankle pain tied to what happened at University of Cincinnati

This is the first time in a long time that I have wrote about this. I graduated from high school in 1997 and went to the University of Cincinnati. I went there because I wanted to be far from home and I was trying to escape myself. I did not realize that where ever I went, there I was.

I lived in a Coed Dorm called Daniel’s Hall. Usually on the weekend, I would go home but this one weekend I decided to stay on campus over the weekend. It was October 17, 1997. I had three other roommates and that night we all started partying. It was the first time that I drank. We were drinking Kentucky vodka and Hawaiian punch. I started to get drunk and started to talk to people easier. My roommates introduced me to this black man.  He started talking to me and I started talking to him.

During the evening my roommates disappeared and I was told that they went down to the first floor. I got in the elevator and went down to the room that I was told my roommates were at. I knocked on the door and the guy that was up in my dorm room answered the door. I asked him, if my roommates were there. He told me that they were not but invited me inside. I walked in the room and there was another guy sitting on the sofa. They asked me to sit on the sofa. The next thing I knew they were touching me, took off my clothes and were touching me again. I did not want to have sex with them and they took times raping me. When they were done, I got dressed. I could not find my bra and they kept that as a trophy.

I went back upstairs, tried to find my resident advisor but she had went home for the weekend. I went downstairs and they called campus police. The campus police arrived and took me over to the University Hospital. The nurse performed a rape kit and called someone to come from Women helping Women. I did not want to talk to the woman and did not. The police took me back to the Residence Hall. I went up to the room and took a shower. Then I went to bed.

The following morning, I went to talk to a police officer. She  told me that the two black men had every right to rape me because I was drinking underage. I just looked at her. Once I was done, I walked back to my Residence Hall and got into bed and slept for 16 hours. The following day I got up and I wanted to kill myself. I was being told that they had every right to rape me because I was drinking underage. How in the hell did that make what they did to me okay?   I fell apart. I would try to eat but everything I ate got vomited back up. I could not concentrate on my school work. I was always looking over my shoulder.

I was raped by two black men. I did not ask to be raped and was being told that I deserved that by police officer. I have not and will not ever forget that woman’s police officers name that told me that. She defended the bastards that raped me.  In January, I fell down the stairs going to class and broke both bones in my left ankle that required surgery. Know all of the trauma has gotten stuck there.

I went to University of Cincinnati to get a degree not to be raped and then told that two black men had every right to rape me. I ended up leaving the University and they never did anything two the two black men. I bet that my rape kit is sitting in some lab in Ohio and has never been tested.







Author: shellback0608

Julie "Jewels" is an Author, Poet, Nia Blue Belt, Green Belt, White Belt dance instructor, Reiki Jin Kei Do Energy Healer, and advocate. When she is not writing, you can find her learning new Nia routines, listening to healing music, taking photographs, playing with her dog and spending time with her friends and family.

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