The Receipts 🧾
On February 20, 2025, I walked into AICA Orthopedics for medical treatment after a car accident. I left sexually assaulted by their staff physician. I reported it. I followed the legal process. And I watched as Gwinnett County refused to press charges, despite my plea for help and my sworn testimony. The judge claimed there was "no probable cause." AICA never fired him. He still works there—shielded by silence, protected by a system that prioritizes liability over humanity.
I documented everything. I built this website. I launched a billboard campaign. I shared my truth—not because it was easy, but because it was necessary. The purpose of this timeline is to provide full transparency—and to show exactly where accountability failed, and who allowed it to happen.
This is more than my story—it’s a demand for justice.
Detailed Timeline of Events
February 9th,
2025
I was involved in a motor vehicle accident—a moment that would ultimately lead me to AICA Orthopedics. At the time, I had no idea that walking into that clinic for pain relief would become the beginning of something far more traumatic than the crash itself.
February 10th - 18th, 2025
I began treatment at AICA Orthopedics following the accident. My first two visits were routine—different providers, standard care, nothing out of the ordinary. On my third appointment, I was introduced to Dr. Alexander Steele. From the beginning, his behavior was overly flirtatious, but I dismissed it, expecting professionalism to take priority. He adjusted my back and ended the session without incident. Later, I casually mentioned the visit to my friend, who had been in the same accident and was also receiving treatment at AICA. When I told her about the adjustment, she immediately responded that Dr. Steele had never adjusted her—despite her injuries being similar to mine at the time. We both found that odd. In hindsight, it became chillingly clear that he had made a deliberate decision: who to touch and who not to.
February 20th, 2025
This was my fourth visit to AICA Orthopedics, and the second time I saw Dr. Alexander Steele. His flirtatious behavior from the last appointment continued, but I brushed it off. He laid me on the table and positioned me on my stomach. Next, he adjusted me facing his desk. Then he turned me toward the wall. And that’s when everything shifted.
He caressed the back of my neck and guided me toward him at the end of the table. That’s when he rubbed his penis on me. It wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t subtle. It was very deliberate—and very intentional. He looked me directly in the eyes and smiled while doing it. Then, as if nothing had happened, he dropped down on my side and adjusted me again. He handed me my appointment sheet, and within minutes, I was in my car—trying to process what had just happened.
Everything happened so fast. I used to hear survivor stories and think, I would never let that happen—I’d scream, I’d fight. But the truth is, I froze. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t process it. I now know that’s called disassociating.
I immediately texted my partner from the car. I felt sick, humiliated, and unsure if what I had just experienced was even real. I drove home, got into bed, and cried. I kept replaying the moment over and over in my head, trying to convince myself it wasn’t what I thought it was. But deep down, I knew. That wasn’t medical treatment. That was assault.
And from that day forward, nothing was the same.
February 21st, 2025
The next morning, I went to the police station and reported Dr. Alexander Steele for sexually assaulting me at AICA Orthopedics. I told them everything, even though I didn’t have physical evidence—just my words and what he did to me. It was terrifying, but I thought speaking up would be the first step toward justice. I expected an investigation, action, accountability, something. Instead, I was met with silence.
February 24th, 2025
I emailed and officially notified AICA Orthopedics the next business day to report what happened with Dr. Alexander Steele. I detailed the assault and expected a swift response. But I didn’t hear anything back—not even an acknowledgment—for an entire week and a half later. No urgency. No concern.
February 26th, 2025
I called the police station to ask if a detective had been assigned to my case. I was informed that no one had been assigned yet. Wanting answers, I asked who was responsible for overseeing my report and was referred to Sergeant Rachel Lasky. I immediately left her a voicemail and sent a follow-up email asking for a callback and an update about my case. I was still waiting for someone to take what happened to me seriously.
February 27th, 2025
The next day, I received a call from Sergeant Rachel Lasky. She acknowledged receiving my voicemail—but immediately told me there would be no action taken because she wasn’t moving forward with my case. She said Gwinnett County had "more pressing issues" to handle, like violent crimes, and implied my assault wasn’t important enough to prioritize. I asked if she would at least interview Dr. Steele or check if there were other complaints against him. She refused. She told me if I wanted any justice, I would have to bear the burden of proof myself and pursue a civilian warrant case. Then she told me I would need Dr. Steele’s date of birth to file it—and if I couldn’t obtain that personal information on my own, there was "nothing" the county could do. I begged for an investigation, it didn't matter.
March 5th,
2025
On March 5th, I went to the jail to file a civilian warrant application against Dr. Alexander Steele. I had been told by Sergeant Rachel Lasky that without his date of birth, I would not be able to move forward. That was false. When I arrived at the jail, I was informed that I did not need his birthday to file the warrant after all.
It became painfully clear that Sergeant Lasky had purposefully given me misinformation—whether to discourage me or make it harder for me to pursue justice.
But the obstacles didn’t end there. When I tried to file the warrant for sexual assault, they refused to classify what happened to me as sexual assault. I was forced to settle for charges of public indecency and simple battery—lesser charges that erased the true violation of what was done to me. Nothing about what happened to me was “simple.” There is nothing simple about your doctor rubbing his genitals against you during a medical exam.
It became painfully clear that the system wasn’t built to protect survivors—it was built to protect reputations.
March 6th,
2025
The next day and 10 days after reporting that Dr. Alexander Steele sexually assaulted me during a treatment session, AICA Orthopedics called me. I recorded the conversation. You’ll hear Todd Maletich, one of their supervisors, dismiss my experience, show no concern for my well-being, and defend Steele with chilling ease. No one was in that room with us when he assaulted me. He made sure the door was nearly closed and positioned me behind it—out of view.
This is what institutional corruption sounds like. Cold and calculating. The same company that markets itself as “committed to providing a stress-free experience… because what you’ve endured is enough to deal with,” looked the other way when one of their doctors added to that pain.
“We found nothing out of the ordinary from the actions on that day in question.” - Todd Maletich
Press play.
March 7th -
25th, 2025
After the assault, I reached out to over 30 law firms across the Atlanta area, looking for someone willing to take my case. I heard no after no. I wasn’t turned away because they doubted me—they believed me. But without visible physical injuries, there was no guaranteed payout for them. Emotional devastation isn't billable, and psychological trauma isn't profitable.
In this system, pain that can’t be measured in dollar signs is pain they choose not to see. It wasn’t that my suffering wasn’t real. It was that my suffering wasn’t lucrative.
March 26th,
2025
The big day I had anxiously waited a month for finally arrived. Even though I couldn’t find a lawyer to help me, I still believed there was no way I would stand before a judge and be dismissed without being heard. I thought if I just showed up with the truth, with my documentation, with everything they told me to do—they would have to listen.
Boy, was I wrong.
Dr. Steele’s lawyer tried to discredit everything I did—attacking when I reported the assault, how I documented it, even twisting my text messages. He purposefully manipulated a comment I had made early on, saying I thought Dr. Steele was "cool"—completely ignoring my disappointment I described directly after about the assault itself.
And if that wasn’t enough, guess who showed up to testify on Dr. Steele’s behalf? If you guessed Jim Carrey in The Grinch, you’re close.
It was Dr. Todd Maletich—the same man who wasn't in the procedure room and had coldly dismissed my report in a recorded phone call just weeks earlier.
The judge, Deepak Jeyaram, denied my warrant, ruling there was no probable cause—because it was just my word against his. There was no real attempt to understand what happened behind that almost-closed door at AICA.
In the eyes of the system, my trauma wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t loud enough. It wasn’t violent enough. It wasn’t visible enough.
I ran out of the courthouse humiliated and exhausted—not because I didn’t fight hard enough, but because the judge had already made up his mind long before I ever walked into that room.
March 27th,
2025
The day after the warrant hearing, I wasn’t ready to let it go. I contacted the Chief Magistrate Judge’s office to demand a review of how my hearing had been handled. I spoke with Kimberly Jenkins, the Executive Director. She told me she would notify Chief Judge Kristina Blum about my concerns and that someone would get back to me.
I also sent formal emails to Joel Whitt, Chief of Staff for Gwinnett County, and James D. McClure, Chief of Gwinnett County Police, demanding accountability for how my case was handled—and mishandled—by the police and the court system.
Another promise. Another Pacifier. Another waiting game. Another disappointment.
March 30th,
2025
I called the District Attorney’s office, hoping someone would hear me. I cried on the phone and explained everything.
Another wall.
Another excuse.
Another institution telling me that accountability wasn’t their responsibility.
March 31st,
2025
I sent a final email to everyone I had previously contacted: Kimberly Jenkins, Chief Judge Kristina Blum (through her office), Joel Whitt, Chief James D. McClure, the Gwinnett County Police Department’s legal team, and even the Mayor of Duluth. I laid everything out one last time—demanding action, demanding answers, demanding accountability.
The first line of my email was:
"My name is Lawrencia Lawrence, and I am writing to urgently ask for help and request a formal review of the sexual assault report I filed with the Gwinnett County Police Department against my former chiropractor, Dr. Alexander Steele."
Silence was their answer. To this day, I've received no response from any of them. These are our elected officials and people hired to serve our community.
Justice feels like a figment of my imagination—a fairytale they tell survivors to keep us quiet.
April 10th,
2025
The realization is sinking in: nobody’s coming.
"The aftermath of all of this has been detrimentally damaging. I didn’t understand that the obstacles survivors face when reporting sexual assault are real.
I didn’t understand that this is what women are forced to endure every day when they try to seek help. I don’t understand why my report wasn’t properly investigated. I don’t understand why no one at AICA was held accountable. I don’t understand why the police treated my trauma like an inconvenience.
I don’t understand why the judge disposed of my case like it was trash. Lastly, I don’t understand why Dr. Steele is still practicing, still treating patients, and still protected."
April 25th,
2025
The toll of this situation—start to finish—has been beyond traumatic. But I won't be silenced.
As much as it hurts to relive this, to document every moment word for word, I will carry that pain.
I will sacrifice my own comfort to make sure victims of sexual assault are heard. Because silence is what protects predators. And I refuse to be part of that silence.
May 4th,
2025
In speaking out, I wanted to do more than just tell my story—I wanted to expose a larger pattern.
I posted this on Reddit after realizing that what happened to me at AICA Orthopedics wasn’t just about one doctor. It was about how Gwinnett County’s Special Victims Unit failed to investigate, failed to act, and ultimately failed to protect. Based on the responses and emails I’ve received and the stories I've since come across, it’s becoming clear: this is not an isolated case.
There is a disturbing theme in Gwinnett County when it comes to how sexual assault cases—especially those involving medical professionals—are handled. Or rather, not handled.
Below is the exact post I shared. I’m adding it here to document how the system fails women who report sexual assault everyday. If nothing else, let this be proof that I tried.
May 5th,
2025
My personal injury attorney just confirmed that AICA Orthopedics still has medical liens on my case—including billing me for the appointment where I was assaulted.
This is what happens when there’s no accountability. Institutions cover for abusers, then send you a damn bill. I reported it. I filed with the board. I spoke out publicly. And they still want to get paid for the harm they caused.
May 7th,
2025
When the Truth Hurts, They Post Fake Reviews.
I posted my Google review to warn other women and the public about my personal experience with Dr. Alexander Steele. Not even 24 hours later, a glowing 5-star review appeared praising his "kindness" and "excellent work." If that’s not suspicious, I don’t know what is. It doesn’t sound like a real patient. It sounds like a planted lie. Around the same time, my posts sharing my experience on multiple platforms were quietly removed. I’m not pointing fingers—but where there’s smoke, there’s fire. AICA Orthopedics isn’t offering accountability. They’re pushing out what looks like performative damage control while real victims are being erased.
May 9th,
2025
When the Truth Hurts, They report your reviews
Shortly after I posted my review of AICA Orthopedics on Yelp, sharing my firsthand experience as a patient, I received a notice that it might be removed due to complaints. I was warned that my words could carry legal consequences and encouraged to revise or delete what I wrote.
I stand by every word. Dr. Alexander Steele sexually assaulted me during an appointment at AICA Orthopedics. My review is based on my direct experience. I can’t say with certainty who filed the complaint, but I find the timing and context concerning that AICA has never publicly addressed what happened to me, yet there are quiet efforts to continue to suppress my voice.
Silencing doesn’t always look like threats. Sometimes it looks like quiet removals, subtle warnings, or disappearing posts. I'll respectfully comply and update the review to a watered down interpretation of said incident, but I won’t be silenced. My truth still stands.
Don't let him walk.