My experience with Converse College was one I will never forget. The idea of going to a women's college made me feel comfortable and empowered. I left feeling violated and hurt. Today I am almost six months seizure free and am recovering very well from C-PTSD thanks to wonderful professionals and my Service Animal (dog) Meadow. I went through disability services (which is just one woman by the way) to talk about living off campus or potentially having my service dog present with me on campus. I didn't receive replies from disability for weeks. I had to ask my admissions counselor for any paperwork regarding disability services, because I was being ignored. Fast forward to finally being contacted. I'm excited, getting paperwork together, and asking questions about further paperwork needed to help aid the process along. Disability lady won't give me clear answers to genuine questions and hits me with "I need you to fulfill the guidelines" multiple times as I basically beg her for help. I'm a first generation college student. My mom can't even help me fill out paperwork because it's new and something we've not experienced. General rudeness continues and I talk to a surpervisor about maybe talking to someone else; chalking it up to differences, and being polite about this lady being a jerk. Nope, can't talk to anyone else. Okay, fine. I suck it up. Orientation/sleep over thing comes up for the freshmen and I get hit in the first few hours with "Hey you're needed in this office to discuss transferring college credits you did in high school." That was a lie. Alone, out of state, and without a parent present I'm in a room with three strangers grilling me about a status I made about being disgusted about how this lady treated me. She asked my therapist if I really needed a service animal, and if I had tried alternative treatment. I didn't name the lady, didn't name the school, and stated that I was exhausted from going "around town" with this lady, but I guess I had to do it again. Apparently "around town" sounded threatening. I'm in the office with the HR lady, disability ladies surpervisor, and an older black woman whom I forget. I was belittled, told I was threatening, and told my disabilities weren't relavent. The older black woman actually laughed at me when I suggested that I was treated unkindly because my disabilities aren't visible off the bat. Since when is a seizure disorder and C-PTSD not "good enough" to ask for one accommodation? I called my mother hysteric off campus and left. No refund of my 300 dollars. No apologies. And a year later my yelp review is reported and taken down. However, through speaking out about the college I have met about 20 beautiful young, disabled women who the college made feel less than. I have made lasting friendships in a community that would've never come together without this hardship. Converse college doesn't care about your daughters. They especially don't care about your disabled daughters. And you'll never get that $300 back. Please take my warning and don't look at them. I'm at a point in my life where I am finally getting better, getting my license because the seizures have stopped, and retiring my service dog to a life of treats and dog park adventures. But I will never forget how broken my heart felt, how scared I was as I was just beginning to be a woman, and how I felt like I didn't matter or wasn't disabled enough.