Like other survivors, I had my own reasons not to report. I didn’t let myself call the incidents rape until months afterward. In one episode, I woke up to my friend penetrating my sleeping body. (I didn’t see it as rape at the time because he was someone I cared about, and I didn’t want to believe he was capable of such violence.) In another, a man who I trusted pushed through my persistent no’s and said he was going to “turn you straight,” a threat that exploited fears I had discussed with him . I didn’t want to reopen the wounds, especially since I didn’t think reporting to my college would accomplish anything. I’d seen rape cases with much more evidence than mine dismissed. I didn’t know what justice would look like for me.