Inside AICA Orthopedics Duluth: What Really Happened With Dr. Alexander Steele?

We were alone in that room.

The door was nearly shut.

No cameras. No witnesses.

Just me and him.

What really happened at AICA Orthopedics with Dr. Alexander Steele?

Ask yourself: If she were lying, why wouldn’t she take it all the way? Why not say he raped her? Why not make it more dramatic, more believable? Would someone who stands behind taking a lie detector test really lie?

Contrary to popular belief, lie detectors aren’t admissible in court — but they do help build credibility, to prove you’re not just making shit up. I did the bullshit they force-feed victims to believe in — the reporting, the waiting, the trusting. And I actually thought that would matter. How silly of me. Sometimes I blame myself for not reacting faster, but deep down I know it wouldn’t have changed a thing. Because I watched the very system I was raised to respect protect him — not me.

The judge said there wasn’t enough to move forward.

Not because I was lying.

But because—like so many victims—I didn’t have a camera in the room.

My word wasn’t enough.

They didn’t interview him.

They didn’t fire him.

They didn’t help me.

But they kept billing me.

And now I’m not the only one speaking.

Just days ago, I spoke with another woman who said Gwinnett County ignored her too. She told me about her own assault. She had photos. She filed a report. And she still got silence. We talked for half an hour. We shared pain, anger, and the realization that this isn’t just about one man. It’s about a system that enables him. That’s why I created Don’t Let Him Walk. So no one else has to be shut out.

She told me, “Your story gave me the strength to say something.”

So again—did I lie?

No.

But a lot of people lied for him, by staying silent and pretending nothing happened. By hoping I’d disappear and trying to remove my reviews. Trust me, I gain nothing from the sleepless nights, the anxiety, or the depression that comes from losing faith in humanity.

You don’t have to believe me. Honestly, I don’t care if you do. I just hope you never have to know what it feels like to have your doctor rub his erect **** on you and be shut out by the very systems that are supposed to protect you. To tell the truth and be met with silence. To report something unthinkable and then get a fucking bill for it.