If things haven't changed in the last 20 years, then I have to believe that there are a lot of sexual assaults happening that are going unreported. During my time at USAFA, I was assaulted by 4 different individuals in the 4 years. Every time, I didn't report it. Back then, there wasn't anyone to really report it too. Plus, 3 of the 4 individuals were friends, teammates, classmates, etc.
Before you sit there and judge me, I will try to tell you a little about myself. Despite these things happening to me, I graduated in the top 10 of my academy class and was a team captain my senior year. If I would have stayed in the Air Force longer, I am quite confident that I would have pinned on major below the zone. While at the academy, on active duty, and now as a mom, I feel that everyone greatly respects me as an individual. However, I don't think I respect myself since I didn't have the courage to report these individuals. I pray that they never hurt anyone else.
Assault #2 happened during SERE. Obviously, there was no alcohol involved, at least on my part. I had a hood over my head and a knife to my throat during the assault. I never reported it or told anyone because I thought it was part of the training. However, someone else must have witnessed it and did report it. To this day, I still don't know who assaulted me or reported it. I was called into the OSI several times and questioned. I couldn't identify the person. The only thing I could see was their jeans and boots which all the cadre wore. Anyways, I don't think I was the only victim. A few weeks later, several firsties got kicked out for an incident that happened during SERE, at least that was the rumor that was going around. My team captain and another girl who eventually became the wing commander, both of whom I respected greatly, went on a rant about how it wasn't right that they were getting kicked out, and were blaming the girls in my class. They probably didn't know exactly what they did or that I was one of the victims, but it was apparent to me that I couldn't speak up.
Assault #1 was during my freshman year (drinking age was 18 back then, and yes I was drinking but had at most 2 beers). I was at a team party and a firstie/teammate offered to drive me back to the zoo. I knew that I was in trouble as soon as he started driving in the wrong direction. That night, it was very foggy and cold. I remember thinking about jumping out of the moving car. However, because of the fog, you couldn't see the mountains which meant that I had no sense of direction. Besides getting injured by jumping out of the car, I was sure that I would get lost and die of hypothermia. So I had no choice but to fight him off as best that I could. I never reported it. I felt like I couldn't tell anyone on the team, and I couldn't report it to anyone in my squad for fear of fraternization charges. This same individual "stalked" me for the next couple of years. He showed up at athletic events the following year, he showed up at my room while I was on CONUS, etc. Whenever he showed up, I always asked someone to make sure I wasn't left alone with him. I do owe one young gentleman my gratitude, he was a 2 degree at the time, for standing their awkwardly even after this 2LT pretty much ordered him to leave us alone. But I think he saw the fear in my eyes.
Assault #3 was during my firstie year, but it really started out my freshman year. During our freshman year, he lived in the room next to me. I would consider us close friends. One night after he had been drinking, he pinned me down. I got away. After that, I avoided him on the weekends when he was drinking. Nothing happened again until our junior year. He was now dating my best friend. We went out one night, and I was the designated driver. My best friend/his girl friend got really, really drunk. After getting her safely to her room, he showed up in my room, pinned me down, but I didn't get away. By the way, he was a starter on the football team. That was probably one of the many reasons why I never said anything. And for some reason, I felt that I couldn't tell my best friend. Fast forward two years, he is now engaged to my best friend. When she tells me this, I tell her what he did to me two years ago. I thought she should know before they got married. We never spoke again. I guess that I was right that she didn't want to hear what I had to say.
Incident #4 happened just months before graduation. A bunch of the firsties in my squadron went out and got drunk. I was the designated driver again. After we got back, one of the firsties in my squadron literally tried to take my door off its hinges and get into my room. He was banging on the door, yelling, etc., creating quite a commotion. I think this incident was when I lost complete faith in my fellow classmates. Not a single person came out of their rooms to find out what was going on or to guide him back to his room since he was obviously very intoxicated or to see if I was okay. I sat in my room quite scared for what felt like an eternity, until he finally gave up and left. The next day, when I came back to my room at lunch to get my sabre for noon time formation, my door was so damaged that I got locked in my own room, and missed formation and lunch. It wasn't until they got me out that I saw the damage that had been done to my door the night before. I would have thought someone would have asked how the damage to my door happened, but nobody did. Now I know this isn't an assault, but it still wasn't right. It did leave me with some emotional scars.
Looking back at all these situations, I still don't know who I should have confided in except for possibly a chaplain.