Anonymous Story: A Plane Crash

Anonymous Story: A Plane Crash

I can still hear their heavy breath on my neck the huge hands holding me down. I still have nightmares sometimes knowing they're still out there.

Anonymous Story: Innocent Dark Brown Eyes

Anonymous Story: Innocent Dark Brown Eyes

I was in so much pain.
I didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t know who to call.
I felt so worthless,
So unwanted,
And so hurt,

I will prevail

I will prevail

You
Rapist, offender, criminal
You stole my soul and my will to live that night

WYR Welcomes Blogger Samantha McCoy!

WYR Welcomes Blogger Samantha McCoy!

I am delighted to welcome Samantha McCoy to the WYR team! Samantha’s story is one that is I am learning is increasingly common: she was assaulted by a police officer. As this receives more coverage in the media, we also start to receive more

Samantha McCoy’s Story: He was a police officer

Samantha McCoy’s Story: He was a police officer

I went through the worst experience of my life and it took many, many things from me. It took my happiness for over a year, I lost my salaried job, I lost my apartment, I wasn't able to attend classes regularly, I didn't want to leave bed… everything reminded me of what happened and I feared running into him or his friends.

Alice’s story: How could my mother not notice.

Alice’s story: How could my mother not notice.

I was scared and screamed "Rape". But no one was home that day. And he got really mad. I got even more scared. I never said no to him again. I was scared. So so scared.

Kristen’s Story: A rough road to happy ever after

Kristen’s Story: A rough road to happy ever after

Most people enjoy highschool, its hanging out with friends, and partys and not alot of worries, but for me , it was a living hell.

Elle’s Story: Unstoppable

Elle’s Story: Unstoppable

Rape isn’t always what you think it should be. Rape isn’t always dramatic, or always violent. When I was raped, I didn’t even really think to call it that at first. I wasn’t consenting. I didn’t want it to happen. I knew that much. But rape? Rape is loud. Rape is bloody. Rape is jarring. Or so I thought.

Anonymous Story: Teacher-Student affairs

Anonymous Story: Teacher-Student affairs

New souls cross its threshold every season
Every one of them beautifully armorless
This symbolic place is full of my deception
University, your education is priceless

Madison’s Story: Why I am the way I am

Madison’s Story: Why I am the way I am

Here I am 21, years old, I still remember every horrible moment every day even when I wish I can't. I'm not completely sure if it's the reason why but I think all of this has made me severely depressed, some years it wasn't so bad, other years I was I black hole. I felt nothing, I still feel nothing,

Anonymous Story: It was my first party that will haunt me forever

Anonymous Story: It was my first party that will haunt me forever

I thought this was going to be the start of something great. High school was going to be great! This ended up being the worst night of my life and little did I know it would stay with me forever.

Sabrina’s story: Why’d you do it?

Sabrina’s story: Why’d you do it?

I’ve always wondered why you thought it was okay to do the things.. the horrible things you’ve done to me. Maybe not even just me to other girls that thought you were different. I still remember that day clear as

Anonymous Story: Grandad’s betrayal

Anonymous Story: Grandad’s betrayal

He started grooming me with tickle games which quickly turned in to him touching me in inappropriate places.

Deanna’s Story: Private School, Private Rape

Deanna’s Story: Private School, Private Rape

I told him no, I wasn't ready. I had just turned 15, a freshman in high school. But he didn't listen to me. He did it anyway.

Anonymous: I Thought I Had Consented

Anonymous: I Thought I Had Consented

I was clear about my boundaries since day one. You later told me you saw it as a challenge. Well, I see it as sexual assault. Not once did you ask for consent.

Emily’s Story: Not a Friend Anymore

Emily’s Story: Not a Friend Anymore

It was a cold November night. I had heard of a party nearby. I decided to go. I drank way more than I was used to. I got into a fight with my boyfriend. I turned to my good friend

Julia’s Story: He Used Me

Julia’s Story: He Used Me

This was the second time I'd been raped. I'd been using sex as a coping mechanism to deal with my feelings from being raped the first time.

Jules’ Story: I Thought He Loved Me

Jules’ Story: I Thought He Loved Me

He asked me if I loved him and I didn't want to be mean so I said yes.