Miranda

And that was it.

That was the end of my filing of a Title IX.

I was never told what the actions were.

I know from people who were still in school there and our old professor, Emily, who was involved in the Title IX as Olivia's university advocate, because Olivia was my witness and she was still in school there.

She needed to have an advocate for her who was a professor in the department.

I learned from Emily that he couldn't direct something specifically or that they were barring him from travel, but they seemed very minimal, the consequences of his actions.

He took some responsibility for.

That was all the university did.

I filed this in November and I started seeing my therapist in March of 2020.

It took me almost a year of going to therapy every single week to gather the courage to be able to file this and to be able to tell people in my life what had happened.

And within a month, my life was the same.

His life was, as far as I know, pretty much the same.

Nothing changed.

That was a really difficult time for me because it took so much of my time and energy to be able to do this in the first place.

It took a lot for me to even be able to begin to file this and for them to convince me to file an informal complaint.

which is clearly incredibly self-serving to them because it means that no one really needs to get involved in an official capacity.

It was deeply concerning and hurtful.

And then I took on the responsibility of having to reach out to individuals that were younger than me who I loved and cared for.

And I had to tell them what happened to me to try to protect them because the university wouldn't do it.

I was trying to avoid that by filing the title mine.