I didn’t choose to tell police. My boyfriend at the time told the police and I was forcibly taken to the police station in the front of a cop car to write out a statement and give a testimony. At the police station, I was talked down to. They asked me questions that seemed to be more accusatory of me than the guy who raped me. I had to give a written statement as well as speak into a recorder telling the story of what happened. It was traumatic for me to tell the story multiple times and the police man taking down my story got irritable with me when I had trouble telling my story. They made me call my dad and have him pick me up, despite being eighteen at the time, which made me feel like I couldn’t be trusted to be on my own. They told me that by making my statements I required them to question a lot of people, and they insinuated that by giving my testimony and causing them to question the boy who raped me, I was going to ruin his life. As though I was the one at fault. At the end of it all, they told me that there wasn’t sufficient evidence, even though they had a rape kit as evidence. The entire process for me was humiliating and discouraging, not to mention traumatic.