It’s been 4 years since I was first sexually assaulted. It started the first week of my internship at {~company~} in June 2018. At 19, I landed my dream job and was living outside of driving distance from home for the first time. A college friend and mentor introduced me to a full time employee buddy of his at {~company~}’s PRIDE parade float in {~city~}. I remember feeling on top of the world and a sense of belonging and safety when they announced “Next is {~city~}’s very own pride and joy, {~company~} - {~company mission statement~}”. I had a lot in common with him and was blissfully marching with the powerful couple hundred of our trusted colleagues and mutual friends. Just as we were drilled at orientation to take advantage of, I took up his offer to have a networking meal. He claimed he lived nearby and walked me home. Feeling an onset of grogginess, I said goodbye and saw him walk away as I closed the door. An unknown time later, I suddenly felt like my whole body was experiencing heartburn - as if a building sunk into me during an earthquake. I discovered much later that I had been drugged and he must have held the door and sneaked back in. From the stagnated .5x speed vision I had in the weak light through the window shades, I realized that he was on top of me. My arms were pinned down so violently that my shoulders should have dislocated. The chokehold could have killed me when I fought back with every fiber. I vividly remember how I used muscles and bones in my body I didn’t even know existed. With the little brain power and drugged brain cells I had functioning, I called my partner at the time, but it was dawn and went to voicemail. I put pillows between the assaulter and me and my mind went blank. The next morning, I woke up alone and thought it was all a nightmare. I got a text from him saying he left his laptop with me and he’ll be in the lobby soon. I confronted him in person and asked what happened last night. He vehemently denied everything and said he was drunk. I was still in shock but managed to get to the office. He then texted me saying “I could never hurt a sweet girl like you. I know you felt something between us. Don’t let this ruin Indian guys for you.” Just as he intended, I doubted myself and replayed every dialogue in my head to identify any “mistakes or signals” I sent. However, I only remembered emphasizing how happy I was with my partner. At work, my 1 week old colleague turned lifesaver friend pulled me into a team room when they saw me in distress. They persuaded me to speak up and immediately took measures to contact HR. In that moment, I thought “Wow, I’m ahead of the curve here by reporting it asap. Most women I’ve seen in movies/news don’t until it’s too late. I think I’m going to get justice… this is all going to be okay.” I was so far from the truth. Speaking up felt like a cruel and unusual punishment. It dug my coffin deep into the earth's core and this deeply messed me up for years. I painfully explained what happened end to end 3 times before I had to in front of 2 lawyers. One neutral faced man and one stone cold faced woman. This experience made me wish I had never opened my mouth. I was asked where his penis touched me, how erect it was, what measurements it was, did he ejaculate, what was its temperature, draw the room layout and your positions on the whiteboard. The last question was “Were you roofied?” I couldn’t fathom what that meant, so I said no. How could I possibly separate an unknown substance from shock, hurt, and trying to place my body being violated. I was barely of legal age. The human mind (and date rape drugs) work in a funny way - I can only imagine what more memories will unlock as I continue to heal. Over the years, my emotions shifted to anger against the vile monsters at {~Company Department~}. They cared about their company alone. Why didn’t they have a process that protected me in place? If they had me tested, if they took pictures of my wounds, things would be different. They strung me along for 3 months after I followed up several times - living in fear. In between, I saw him in my cafeteria for 1 second and I physically felt my heart drop to the ground. On the last day of my internship, they called me in and said “Your stories match up until the end. We’re telling you this only because you can look it up in the company directory, but he still works here.” After dodging my questions for 5 min, I’m speechless and decide to lock this away and focus on some of the good that happened to me that summer. I went to an intern party that last night and saw him. I immediately wanted to get out but my friend said he should be the one to leave, given that he’s preying on underage interns once again. He refused when we told the host to remove him. Then, my friend personally went to tell him to leave. These 20 min alone were the most horrifying of my life. I felt like I was in a horror movie. Every footstep I heard, I thought it was the end. I would be trapped if I went in the elevator or stairwell. When my friend returned, they heavy heartedly said it did not go well. He mentioned he got a slap on the wrist for giving underage interns alcohol and called me a liar, while simultaneously mentioning details of the night he claimed to not know in front of HR. I ended up telling my manager, recruiters, and received a very generic email back from the Head of University Recruiting - {~name~}, who’d been there over a decade. I was asked to have a call with someone who reports directly to the EVP of HR- {~employee name~}, but nothing happened to my knowledge. 1 year later, while my world had turned upside down, I looked up the assaulter and he has a bigger better job at {~company 2~}. I used to thank God I had my clothes on. But to some people I told, they emitted a high octave “oh!”, a sigh of relief, and relaxed their shoulders. This immediately crushed me and slowly, silently fucked me up. When those “worse” things did happen to me, I subconsciously put them aside. All harassment and assault hurt the same. Pain is not meant to be compared. A seemingly simple compliment from a “big brother” turned creepy man or reliable colleague can have you feeling violated beyond means. ` If you’re wondering why I ever returned to {~company~}, a big reason is that I didn’t want this to uproot my life. I didn’t want my career to be derailed by one event one day. I wanted to be bigger than him. I had no idea the implications this would have. I had no idea I would try to change the ending and put myself in danger for years to come. I could not process my feelings properly nor did I have the professional support to. I was so elated by the corporate bells and whistles and thought they had to have my back, or at least be afraid of me going public. However, I was most likely a repetitive case in their stack. I saw women CEOs, founders, politicians, and my biggest role model with the best legal team be treated the same way and I thought “How could a nobody like me deserve the time of day, justice or attention then?” The road since 4 years ago has been everything but that. A topsy turvy bewitched track where you fall at a carefully calculated turn and regenerate when you jump. Something of a mind boggling equation that looks cyclic, but reveals an uphill graph when you zoom out. I knew this day would come where I’d be ready to share a snippet and here’s to the days ahead. May they have clarity, light, love, healing, and joy. No, I can’t find that forever peace. But, I’m getting stronger with every incident. I’m a survivor for the rest of my life. That’s not a scarlet letter. It’s awareness at its finest. Being present takes you forward. Afloat, ready to be triggered and not okay at any given time. This is my newfound superpower. My livelihood is not being a victim. It’s joy, colors, kindness, and empathy.