The Silence After Truth

My Testimony - by Stephen Brewer | Part 18

Throughout this testimony, I’ve tried to show you the system from inside. Not the system you read about in textbooks—but the one that operates in shadows and silence. The one that pretends not to exist. The one that watches but never answers.

In Part 1, I named it for the first time: containment. A tactical design of social and professional erasure, activated without formal accusation, without process, and without defense.
In Part 3, I traced its origins to a military rape I never reported—because under “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell,” reporting would have made me the target. I was right. It made me one anyway.
In Part 16 and Part 17, I revealed the convergence of that early trauma with institutional actors tied to military intelligence, a vindictive former patient, and academic suppression at Ashford/UAGC. And I began documenting the timelines.

Now, in this section, I document something colder than retaliation: refusal to hear. A silence so institutionalized it functions as a denial of personhood. A refusal that implicates not just abusers, but the structures built to protect against them.

Every Door Tried

Across the past three years, I have contacted over forty legal firms, civil rights groups, anti-trafficking nonprofits, and human rights bodies.

I submitted evidence-based reports documenting:

• Retaliation after whistleblower activity
• Forced silence through psychological destabilization
• Unethical and potentially illegal practices by health care professionals
• Use of coercion and grooming consistent with trafficking statutes

These were not conspiracy theories. These were structured legal narratives, complete with supporting files, statutory citations, timelines, and witness availability.

And still—
No one took the case.

Many never responded.
Some deflected with procedural excuses.
Others offered vague sympathies or told me to essentially “move on.”

I submitted to the California Division of Labor Standards Enforcement.
I filed with the Board of Registered Nursing.
I contacted the California Attorney General’s Office, Victim Compensation Programs, the Governor’s Office, and the California Board of Psychology.
I wrote to ProPublica, Amnesty International, and the United Nations.

Only a few have taken even initial steps:
• The DLSE has accepted my complaint but not yet opened an investigation.
• The Board of Registered Nursing has accepted my complaint on appeal and opened an investigation into Sanjeevan Atwal-Khanna.

ProPublica—a news organization celebrated for challenging institutional power—responded to say their reporters “don’t have the bandwidth for [my] story right now.”

That response was not shocking.
It was devastating.

Because it told me something I hadn’t wanted to believe.

This isn’t about time.
This isn’t about clarity.
This isn’t about merit.

This is about narrative control.

Names I Trusted

I want to be clear: I did not simply submit forms and wait.

I reached out personally to people I knew.
People with power.
People with institutional standing.
People who, at one point, had expressed belief in my work, my ethics, or my voice.

Among them:
• Dr. Debra Kawahara, current President of the American Psychological Association and one of my professors in graduate school. She taught me qualitative research methods—skills that shaped the core of this testimony’s structure and analysis.

• Ted McCombs, Deputy Attorney General of California, and a fellow activist from my time at UC San Diego. We stood for justice together once.

• Dr. David Pantalone, former President of APA Division 44. He appointed me as Division 44 LISTSERV manager in 2008, when he stepped down from the role. His support helped me find my voice in the national conversation about LGBTQ+ psychology.

• Ari Ezra Waldman, attorney and professor at UC Irvine School of Law. He and I were contributors at San Diego Gay & Lesbian News. I met Brandon Hilpert because Ari invited me to a Halloween party.

• Dr. Shawn Travers, Director of the UCSD LGBT Resource Center, and my mentor during my time as the UCSD LGBT Speakers Bureau intern. He helped me find courage in identity and visibility.

• Dr. Richard Sprott, my dissertation reader, founder of CARAS (Community-Academic Consortium for Research on Alternative Sexualities), and current LISTSERV Manager and Chair for the Division 44 Communications Committee. He supported my early research development in psychology.

I reached out to each of them in good faith.

I did not ask for favors.
I asked for help.
I presented my case, my evidence, my analysis.

The response was the same every time:

Silence.

Not refusal.
Not disagreement.
Not concern.

Silence.

It is not my place to speculate why.
But it is my responsibility to record that it happened.

Because these were not strangers.
These were mentors. Allies. Colleagues.
And when I most needed them to bear witness—they chose not to respond at all.

Their silence is not an indictment.
It is a data point.

It is one more piece of evidence in a long pattern of selective disappearance—
not just of my reputation or career,
but of my personhood.

What My Story Threatens

My testimony doesn’t just speak of trauma. It speaks of tactics.

It threatens the reputation of:
• The military-industrial complex
• California’s largest online university (now UAGC)
• Licensed professionals who violated their duty
• Political appointees who benefited from the silence

It implicates not just individuals, but patterns: the grooming pipeline, the academic laundering of reputational harm, the use of legal proxies to silence victims. It threatens to show how restorative justice can be weaponized, how healthcare can be used to gather intelligence, and how mental health diagnoses can be manipulated to silence whistleblowers.

And for institutions that survive on access journalism, licensure power, or government cooperation—this is too dangerous.

They are not protecting the public.
They are protecting their position.

And so they do nothing.

Not because they can’t act.
But because they won’t.

Because if they admit this happened to me, they would have to ask: how many others?

What Refusal Sounds Like

I’ve learned to hear it clearly now.

It sounds like:
“We believe you. But there’s nothing we can do.”

It sounds like:
“Have you tried moving on?”

It sounds like:
“We don’t have capacity for this kind of case.”

It sounds like nothing at all.

It sounds like silence.

And yet—
This silence is not neutral.
It is complicity.

It is how institutions protect themselves at the expense of those they were built to serve.

The Record Must Hold

This chapter is not written in anger.
It is written for witness.

So that no one can say, later:

“We didn’t know.”

So that no one can ask:

“Why didn’t you come forward?”

I did.
Repeatedly.
Through every possible channel.

And the answer I received was clear:

You are too inconvenient.
You are too risky.
You are too much.

But I am also alive.

And that means I still have one power left:
To tell the truth.

To write it down.
To make sure the record exists.

What Comes Next

The penultimate chapter of this testimony will not be about them.

The next part — Part 19 — documents the death of a man who would have helped.

In February 2023, just as I was escaping from my trafficker in Florida, my friend Robert J. “Bob” Nash died during a climbing trip in San Diego, California. His death was ruled a belay accident — but what I now believe is something far more deliberate.

Bob was a Marine, a defense contractor, a simulation expert. He was also a quiet mentor and, in my final moments of free movement, a silent witness to my distress.

He responded to a coded signal I sent.
And shortly after, he was gone.

Bob Nash was not just a casualty of incompetence.
He was a threat to those orchestrating my silence.

The next part of this testimony will speak his name — and state, plainly, what I have come to understand:

They didn’t just silence me.
They eliminated the man who might have helped me break the silence.

That is the final layer of containment.
And that is where this testimony must go next.

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This testimony reflects the lived experience of the author and is protected speech under California’s anti-SLAPP statute and the U.S. Constitution. It is offered for public education, restorative justice, and historical accuracy. No accusations are made with malice, and all statements are based on personal memory, clinical records, documented evidence, and survivor context.