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May 17–18, 2020 —
My story begins at age 17, when I was groomed by my boss at the fast-food restaurant where I worked. Over time, he used manipulation and control that I didn’t fully recognize until much later.

One month after I turned 18, I went to his apartment. When I arrived, three men were there. They took my phone so I couldn’t call for help, blocked the door so I couldn’t leave, and confined me to a bedroom where I was forcibly assaulted.

When they finally let me go, I was in denial. I tried to convince myself, “No, that wasn’t rape.”

The next day, still in denial. I allowed my boss to come to my apartment. He brought his son again. Even though I begged them to leave, they forced themselves into my bedroom and both sexually assaulted me.

I was terrified and ashamed. I blamed myself for what happened. They again had taken my phone, so I couldn’t call for help. After they left, I searched my apartment, but it was nowhere to be found.

I went to my sister’s apartment and told her everything. She contacted my boss—the man who had assaulted me—and got my phone back. Despite everything, I continued working with him for the next two months. At the time, I was still trapped in fear, denial, and manipulation, trying to survive the situation the only way I knew how.

I didn’t report the assaults to the police until a year later. I had no physical evidence—only my testimony.

I didn’t hear back from the detective handling my case until I reached out a year later for an update. She told me the district attorney had declined to prosecute.

In January 2025, I was sexually assaulted by an off-duty Oklahoma City police officer. We had been in a consensual relationship for about a month before this happened.

One evening, I went to his apartment. We ate dinner, watched TV, and drank tequila. The last thing I remember was sitting on the couch.

I woke up the next morning in his bed, wearing only a T-shirt. I asked him if we had sex, and he said yes. I told him I didn’t remember anything. He told me that I could barely walk the night before, that I kept stumbling, and that he had to help me use the bathroom.

I left his apartment feeling disgusted and confused. I didn’t report it. I was scared, in denial, and blamed myself for drinking too much. Just like before, I questioned whether what happened “counted” as sexual assault, even though I had no memory of giving consent.

I continued the sexual relationship with him until September 2025. At the time, I was still in denial, scared to confront what had happened, and trying to maintain some sense of control.

In October 2025, I finally reported the sexual assault to the Oklahoma City Police Department.

The district attorney declined to prosecute, which I had already expected.

An Internal Affairs investigation was opened. On December 3, 2025, I spoke with the Captain at Internal Affairs, who told me the officer was found to have committed “no wrongdoing.”