The first time I was raped, I was completely alone. I was nineteen years old in a new city, where they mostly spoke another language. I didn't know where to go, much less where the hospital was. I certainly wasn't about to report it to the police, who whistled at me on the way to work every morning.
I was on an internship, as part of my college program, in a place other students before me had gone before. In fact, a science teacher had told...
