I would have doubted you. Until I was raped.

I'm a massive black guy who was assaulted by a tiny white dude. I was passed the fuck out cold, and when I came to, there was this little guy fucking me in the ass. I remember freaking out but whatever he threw in my drink fucked me up to the point of basic incapacity.

I had to navigate the darkened corridors (literally, there was corridor with no lights I had to walk down to get to the "men's waiting room,' because I had to be segregated away from the women at the crisis center), show up at facilities where the second the saw me they assumed I was the rapist, and tell my story over and over and over again to a long list of medical professionals as I sought to get care and treatment for possible HIV infection.

This was about 5-6 years ago, and PREP is much easier to get now, but I remember feeling like I was the fucking criminal. I know the staff were only following their protocol, but it showed me that male survivors of sexual assault are almost entirely alone in this world. I know men tend to be the abusers, overwhelmingly so, but if I show up crying and begging to be given the magic pills that prevent HIV infection, a little compassion would have been nice.

I wish you luck with your journey, and I hope you find the psychological fortitude you'll need in this time.