I am Jane Doe.
He was not my boyfriend.
I thought we were hanging out with friends.
I fought for an hour and a half saying no, begging to go home… but I was too drunk to drive and was never offered an uber.
I am Jane Doe.
I am Jane Doe.
He offered me an edible.
It was laced.
I said no.
I almost died that night.
I woke up.
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Anonymous1d
If this is true why don’t you go to the police instead of using yak as your soapbox.
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Anonymous#11d
With Cornell, we’ve seen that the police do nothing. I’m posting so more women know they aren’t alone
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AnonymousOP1d
The Cornell woman repeatedly acknowledged it was consensual and officially made a statement that the drug use was voluntary. It wasn’t rape, it was regret. Funny how she didn’t have a problem with any of it until the fraternity banned her from the Halloween party that year.
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Anonymous#21d
I did the kit.
It was worse than the rape.
At least I don’t remember much of that.
3 women looking at me.
Flat affect, emotionless, numb.
All assumed that nothing happened to me.
I never told anyone else my full story.
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Anonymous#21d
I am Jane Doe.
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Anonymous#11d
I think it’s like a poem
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Anonymous#31d
It is a poem. Jane Doe is anonymous & should stay that way. But her story isn’t as unusual as people would like to think.