Angela’s Story: Here I Am

Angela’s Story: Here I Am

I was closest to my Grandmother. We didn’t talk much, but I never felt the need to always talk with her. I was comfortable with her, and thinking back now I think she was the only person I was truly comfortable with. I trusted her. It was my Grandmother who realized something else was going on. I was pregnant. I may, or may not have fallen down the stairs, but one thing is for sure. I was raped. We didn’t discuss it.

Dating After Assault

I should probably title this “lack of dating,” because right now, I just don’t think it’s possible. I’ve slowly been feeling better since my assault – I’ve started reopening up to having friends of the opposite sex, I’m starting to not constantly

WYR Welcomes Blogger Lindsay Lucas-Bartlett!

I’m excited to announce a new member of our blogging family! I recently met Lindsay when she shared her story on WYR, she was introduced to the site by a mutual friend. Lindsay and I actually have a few things

A Father’s Day Post on Protecting your Daughters – Part 2

So if I have one piece of advice for how to protect your daughters it is this: empower her. Embrace her femininity. Show her how to respect women – in the way you talk about yourself and about other women. Teach her to expect no less from men. Teach her that she’s in control of her body and that no one has the right to violate her physical or sexual boundaries. Raise her to be the type of woman who knows that sexual assault is never her fault.

A Father’s Day Post on Protecting your Daughters – Part 1

It’s hard not to end this post thinking “what could I have done differently?” My logical brain knows that I couldn’t have prevented my rapes. I was doing the best I could with the tools I had at the time. But thinking my nieces have a chance, that they’ll have tools to protect themselves…that makes me hopeful.

Lindsay’s Story: from Valentine’s Day to Vagina Monologues

Lindsay’s Story: from Valentine’s Day to Vagina Monologues

The emotions I felt were so great I had no idea how to digest them. I had just been raped but I don’t remember any of it. What the fuck !?!? My sister was about an hour and a bit away on the train, my friends were scattered across London and my mum and dad were living in Spain. For the first time in my adult life I felt well and truly alone.

You’re in the Driver’s Seat

You’re in the Driver’s Seat

“You’re in the driver’s seat”  My detective told me, for at least the 10th time. “You can decide how we are going to handle this” Sticking with the car analogy – if I was in the driver’s seat, it was

WYR Welcomes Blogger Heather Inanuale!

WYR Welcomes Blogger Heather Inanuale!

When I launched WYR six months ago I didn't really know where it was going, but I knew it would grow into something special. I was right, and today I am absolutely thrilled to announce that another blogger has joined our little family!

The No One Told Me Series: When You Don’t Recognize Yourself in the Mirror

The No One Told Me Series: When You Don’t Recognize Yourself in the Mirror

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I don’t recognize the reflection staring back at me. I didn’t realize that this happens to other people until I read an article about PTSD in first responders. The article hits very close to home