My rapist came from the same insular Indian-American community at my university as I did. Why did that make it harder for people to believe what happened?
Last year, when I was 17, I was sexually assaulted by a much older man. I'm gradually learning how to talk about it — and make myself whole again.
The ways I've been attacked for sharing my story show how far we have to go when discussing sexual assault.
The way the magazine bungled its exposé of rape culture at UVA has caused irreparable damage to survivors — and given ammunition to those already disinclined to believe them.
The co-founder of End Rape on Campus on why the Rolling Stone retraction affects all survivors of sexual assault.
I woke up naked to find three boys from my school sexually assaulting me. The aftermath was almost as bad.
Watching the disintegration of Rolling Stone's story has been a brutal reminder of the enormous chasm of understanding that too often stands between journalists and survivors.
My rapist was my boyfriend, and all I could think was: How did I end up here?
A sexual assault survivor argues that assailants' and victims' accounts should not be given the same amount of weight.
The activist in me felt like I was speaking on behalf of all the survivors I'd met. But the young lady in me felt pressure not to ruffle any feathers.
"Just tell us you're making it up."
I did everything you were supposed to do, twice, and the system failed me in two separate spheres.