Catherine’s Story: I was only 7

Catherine’s Story: I was only 7

I am 14 now, and i have severve PTSD, i can hardly sleep at night and im disgusted with myself. I'm constantly terrified he'll come back, he knows where I live, and hes a family member. My mother trusts him more than my older brother and would make me go places with him if he came back

Anonymous Story: She’s Sleeping Soundly

Anonymous Story: She’s Sleeping Soundly

If I'm entirely honest, it started on a field trip. We were friends, I suppose. I'll refer to her as "friend" for convenience sake. I only ever had one friend before that, I was a bit of a loner, but I loathed, and still loathe, being alone. So I went everywhere with this friend and then she started telling me things like: "You'd be so sexy if you were a guy" and "If you take off those glasses you'd look stunning".

A Survivor’s Story: Shouldn’t Have Trusted Him

A Survivor’s Story: Shouldn’t Have Trusted Him

I was still healing, I couldn't accept that this person I had trusted, had leaned on, had betrayed me. I couldn't cope with it at the time. So i never said anything and we continued being friends for months after that.

Lauren’s Story: We Deserve Better

Lauren’s Story: We Deserve Better

The most important thing I have learned is that sex doesn’t need to be scary or forced or painful or hurtful or upsetting, and those are the only words I could have used to describe it when I was with A. I want other women to know that someone being your boyfriend does not give them a free pass to do whatever they want. It might seem like an obvious thing to lots of people, but I think when you’re in the middle of something like that, it feels very complicated.

Anonymous Story: You Ruined the Best Part of my Life

Anonymous Story: You Ruined the Best Part of my Life

I felt the most terrible way in the world he kept ignoring my pleas and I had to bear the pain and soon I passed out, i had panic attack, depression and mostly i was traumatized that part of my life is damaged.

Danielle’s Story

Danielle’s Story

Then, while I was dancing with my back turned toward the male student, he reached around me without warning and put his hand down the front of my pants and inside my underwear. I immediately pushed his arm away to get his hand out of my pants and continued dancing as if nothing was wrong. I was so embarrassed but felt utterly dirty and helpless.

Alana’s Story: Raped by Stepdad

Alana’s Story: Raped by Stepdad

Its just really hard and I can't belive I'm actually writing about it. Every time after it happened I would feel ashamed I hated myself for what I was forced to so and could never look at myself the same way. I lost all my innocence.

Lou’s Story: Someone I Trusted

Lou’s Story: Someone I Trusted

If I was placed in a room with him, I wouldn't be scared. I can deal with him, I can put up with him. The thing that would scare me, would be myself. I don't think that I could sit there, while he is blissfully unaware of the immense pain he has released inside me, like a drug, however with the opposite effect; a drug that hasn't left my body since that night.

Laura’s Story: The Night I’ll Never Forget

Laura’s Story: The Night I’ll Never Forget

For a whole year thereafter, I beat myself up over my stupidity for allowing our relationship to escalate that night in New York. The depression and anxiety from that experience followed me around like a dark shadow. Eventually, I began to realize that I had done nothing wrong. I didn't mislead him; he didn't care about what I was saying or doing. I didn't allow it; I felt threatened having a man nearly twice my body weight on top of me. Most importantly, I never consented.

Anonymous Story: It Would Tear my Family Apart

Anonymous Story: It Would Tear my Family Apart

Then, his cousin would tell him what else to do to me. I've always wondered if his cousin abused him. It went on for about two years. I always thought that if I told anyone, people would believe him because he was younger.

Mery’s Story: I had lost everything that night

Mery’s Story: I had lost everything that night

That night my father taught me how you can die.. He took away everything I had.. I was 7 and since then he never stopped. Now I'm 20.. My mom left me when I was little, I don't even remember her…

Chywayita’s Story: The Year was 2004

Chywayita’s Story: The Year was 2004

12years later,i cry. I cry for 12 year old me,she deserved better,she did not deserve what happened to her. I marvel at how strong that 12year old girl was,how beautiful she was,how beautiful she still is & i hope that one day,she finds healing.