I don’t think I actually ever spoke with the authorities–it was just the medical professional who did the exam. They might have brought in a counselor, but I don’t exactly recall. I’m not even sure whether/how the incident itself was reported to law enforcement. I remember being very concerned about how much the exam would cost, and fortunately it was an expense the state covered.
It was a very confusing time. The antiviral meds I had to take as a precaution (for maybe a month, I think, or maybe it was just a week) made me feel sick all the time and I was reeling, suspecting my drink the previous night had been poisoned, and feeling betrayed by two other people who were around that night and were either unaware of what was going on or didn’t care or try to intervene. And yet I struggled for those 60 days over what to do, because I wanted to have the incident documented in case this guy ever did the same thing to other women, but from the sparse information offered to me at the time, my options seemed frustratingly inadequate. I was just a year or two out of college, and I didn’t know about the process or any other options I might have had.