Many of you read my previous post, in which I posted a short story published back in 2008 (by the fabulous Bayou Magazine). I didn’t say in the previous post, but I’m sure many of you intuited, that the story is based on a true event. Pretty much everything after the first three paragraphs happened to me when I was a doctoral student just as written.
Well, of course those things happened to me. Rape is so common. Commonplace. Ordinary. Unexceptional. #duh 
Rape is commonplace until you try to prove to someone else that rape happened. That’s the sickening conundrum all rape victims find themselves in. We know rape happens all the time. And we know there’s nothing we can do about it—about what happened to us, or about what might happened to others (or us, again) in the future. Because the burden of proof lies and forever will lie on the victim.
And I knew all about burdens of proof back when I was raped. Because back when I was raped, when I was a doctoral student, I was also something else: a lawyer.
So no, I did not report this rape to anyone at the time. I told three people. (Well, and then the whole world in a short story, but that doesn’t really count.)
But here’s the thing.
I was raped in Chapel Hill, just off campus, by a student of UNC-Chapel Hill. And UNC-Chapel Hill at that time was doing a terrible job dealing with rape in its community, and continued to do so until March of 2013, when it was slapped with a gigantic federal investigation.
Now UNC is, apparently, trying to do better.
Now, weirdly, I’m a professor at the university where a student raped me and where other students are, right now, being raped and still don’t feel safe reporting being raped. 
All of what I’ve described has been on my mind this past week. And then I received an email this morning from UNC’s new Chancellor, with a wildly apropos first pair of words:
April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month, a time set aside across the nation to educate our communities about the impact of sexual and gender-based harassment and violence and to promote prevention. Since arriving in July, I have been impressed by the transformative nature of Carolina’s focus and the depth of engagement on student welfare and campus safety. Many students, faculty and staff have created a month full of activities, and there are more to come. I know we all appreciate and will benefit from their efforts.
April is. Yes, we know.
So here’s what I’m thinking: I want to report that I was raped years ago by a UNC-Chapel Hill student. I want my number on the University’s books. I want my rape counted. I want to be a statistic added to the other statistics from that year. 
I know many years have passed. But it happened, it happened here, and it should matter.
I’m curious to know, though: What will happen when I try to report? How will it go? Has a professor ever reported to campus sexual assault services before?
This might be hilarious and awful at the same time.
Naturally I will let you know.
 I’m using the term “rape” all over this blog post. The term is accurate. But Universities really don’t like it. You won’t find “rape” anywhere in UNC’s student conduct policy.
 Updated, per a recent conversation on Twitter: I’m not going to report to the police, even thought I could, because N.C. has no statute of limitations for felonies. (What? That’s crazy! Yes, I know.)