I am publishing it under my own name, with the surrounding record attached to the story rather than replacing it.
The assault is the center of this record.
On April 22, 2022, at an off-campus Phi Alpha Delta event, Luca assaulted me in a bathroom.
He forced me onto the floor.
I fought him while he restrained me, hit me, and choked me.
He raped me.
I protested and fought back. He continued.
He was sober. I was intoxicated.
That difference in control is part of what I remember about the assault.
My injuries remained.
Bruising marked my thighs and arms, and my neck remained injured after the choking.
The assault did not begin with a stranger.
I call what came before it grooming: authority becoming familiarity, familiarity becoming access, and access becoming ordinary enough that I did not see him as someone I needed to fear.
He was my TA.
Our relationship began inside an academic structure where he had authority and I was the student.
He became my friend.
The relationship moved beyond the classroom into a social familiarity I trusted.
Our worlds overlapped.
Academic, fraternity, and social spaces made repeated proximity feel normal.
Access became routine.
He was already inside spaces I understood as familiar and safe.
I trusted him.
That trust did not cause what happened. It explains why danger did not look like danger beforehand.
Then I saw the pattern.
After the assault, I understood the authority, familiarity, and access differently.
What I kept.
Hospital records
Medical care, a SANE examination, and documentation of the physical aftermath.
Photos & video
Images from the night and photographs documenting injuries afterward.
Time & movement
Calls, transportation records, photographs, and other time markers used to reconstruct the surrounding night.
Witness accounts
Statements from people present before, during, and after the event.
University documents
Emails, directives, policy language, the notice of investigation, the dismissal, and my appeal.
What came after.
I sought care.
I went to the hospital and underwent a SANE examination after the assault.
I reported it.
I went through police and university processes and continued providing documentation as the record developed.
I refused silence.
When the institutional process failed to resolve what I had reported, I brought the record into public view.
What happened next.
Luca assaulted me.
The assault occurred during the off-campus event.
I sought medical care and reported.
The physical aftermath was documented and I entered the reporting process.
I built the surrounding record.
I gathered messages, photos, videos, transportation records, witness accounts, and chronology.
I filed a formal Title IX complaint naming Luca.
The university issued contact-related directives and a notice of investigation.
The university closed the complaint.
I challenged the closure in a detailed written appeal focused on procedure, evidence, and the university's own rules.
I made the record public.
I stopped allowing institutional closure to be the final version of what happened.
He did this. I remember it. I documented it. I spoke.
My name is Isabella D'Amato. This site is my firsthand account and the record I chose not to let disappear.