In August 1992, I was offered a lift home by a cop. I had been volunteering at information displays during Missing Persons' Week.
The cop had been working at the same place as part of Missing Persons' Week. I worked (volunteer) the last 2 days of Missing Persons' Week, having to public transport because I didn't have my driver's licence. He said he'd give me a lift home on the last day, at the end of the day.
Instead of driving me directly home, from the south eastern suburbs to the north eastern suburbs, he drove me out to the bush and raped me in his car. I tried to report it but police protect police. I tried reporting it in the 90s, 00s, 10s, last year and this year. In 2012, police unlawfully confiscated my privately owned home because I tried to, again, report the rape.
Meanwhile, the, now former, cop, was kicked out of Victoria Police for sexually assaulting a female colleague and later, after being sacked, ended up on the sex offender register. However, police have continued to bully and harass me, even for years in between my last report. For the female colleague to have been listened to and helped by Vic Pol, she must have been from a policing family. Women, even female officers, get harassed if they report sexual assault from male officers, usually. Female officers don't always get helped unless they have connections.
Even this year, and these local police don't even know him being from an entirely different part of the state, I have been targeted by uniform police because of something that happened in 1992 - 1994. I have a stalker (not an ex, just weirdo) who police do nothing about, despite my court orders, and police target me whenever I report a breach of the order.
I don't blame myself for what that cop did to me, I wish I had never got into his car, though. I'll never be left alone by police.