I Am Jane Doe
I Am Jane Doe Before Please note: I have chosen to use this rapist’s real name because what he did was reprehensible. He deserves the shame that comes along with being a rapist. Period. I won’t sugar coat what he did. It took a long time to come to terms with what happened, but I can say it now. He raped me. It was not subjective reality or a misinterpretation as my brain tried to convince me. I was prey and he was a predator. He knew exactly what he was doing and I got caught in a bear trap. So, fuck him. He doesn’t deserve to be anonymous. October 20, 2020. The date we set to meet for the first time. We had been talking for a few days, maybe a week. I was confident I knew where this was going, and I was willing. In theory. He showed up to pick me up in this beige station wagon from the 70’s. It even had a wooden gloss interior, like the old luxury cars had. He was wearing a gray University sweatshirt. He worked there as a professor, he told me. He was crazy smart, like mat...