1985... I went with police to his office, pointed at him, he was arrested.
Stood up in court, told how I knew him, walked home with him and a group of friends, he walked me 'safely to my front door' and raped me against the side wall of the house.
He said I wanted it... I said that if that were true there was a bed inside the house, I would have been mad to prefer the bruises, skin scrapes and ruined clothes I got from being thrown up against a rough brick wall.
His solicitor tried to say I was 'wanton'. My solicitor agreed that I liked sex... with men I chose.
He was found guilty!
The police investigation, from walking me into his office, in front of his colleagues, to taking my statement in a room with the door open, was the most impersonal, humiliating thing I have ever been through - apparently they wanted to be sure I meant to press charges, so they made it uncomfortable for me!
The court room was not much better, my 'brief' was a very brusque man, who said that I could have slept with every footballer in the 1st Division as far as he was concerned, and seemed to enjoy representing a woman as sexually independent and active 'as a man'.
The jury looked at me 'like that'... one woman kept wrinkling her upper lip at me. The judge smiled at me and nodded a lot.
I was angry, it helped!
Good luck finding your own way of coping with this. You can, you will... it will not be pleasant but you will get through it!