The Department of Justice is currently weighing whether to continue its investigation into the NYPD’s Special Victims Division. I am one of the survivors who sparked the investigation.

Nearly 10 years ago, I woke up in a Brooklyn hospital with no memory of how I had gotten there. My brain felt scrambled and foggy.

I knew I had gone to happy hour with two male coworkers the day before. The last moment I clearly remembered was one of them asking me a question to which I struggled to respond.

Then everything went black.

The triage notes I received from the hospital offered a clue: pinpoint pupils. This detail suggested a drug, not alcohol alone.

I chose to complete a sexual assault evidence kit — commonly known as a rape kit — and file a police report. But when a detective arrived from the Brooklyn Special Victims Division, the first thing he asked me was, “Is this really a case of assault or regret?”

He said there wasn’t much to go on because of my fragmented memory and insisted I do a tape-recorded “controlled call” to my alleged rapist to see if he would confess.

There was nothing controlled about it. He didn’t prep me, other than give me a flimsy script: Buddy up to him. Say you had a great time, but that you can’t remember all the details and could he fill in the blanks.

The call, unsurprisingly, didn’t result in a........

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