Anonymous Story: Dead inside

Anonymous Story: Dead inside

I was desperate for attention, I wanted to let loose and have fun. No matter how desperate I was attention, I never asked for this.

Anonymous Story: 6 hours of torture

Anonymous Story: 6 hours of torture

s I write this, I get the same disgusting feelings, the urge to vomit, desperation to get out , escape ,a feeling a pray for someone anyone to come to my help,a wish for all of this to be a nightmare which it actually is, each and every day after that day, reminding me constantly of how used and damaged I am.

Bia’s Story: I am the girl who was molested by a girl

Bia’s Story: I am the girl who was molested by a girl

I was molested by a girl for years. She made if she was my friend and because I did not have other friends I though it was normal. I did not tell anyone and feel that its my fault.

Anonymous Story: dad raped me, grandma covered for him

Anonymous Story: dad raped me, grandma covered for him

Afterwards he told me if i ever told a soul he would kill me and my mother. This memory rises up rarely to haunt my dreams but it’s been doing it a lot more these last few months.

It’s Okay To Have Weak Points, It Doesn’t Mean You’re Weak

When someone hurts you in a way that you never thought they were capable of, it does something to you emotionally and physically. You start to doubt that the person that you once were was anything special. That maybe you

Anonymous Story: Weak

Anonymous Story: Weak

rape happens to people like you
people like me
not to weak people

Fleetwood’s Story: Fame Meant I Had To

Fleetwood’s Story: Fame Meant I Had To

I just didn't want him to flip out, and I didn't want to disappoint him, he was my Hero, I didn't consider he was a rapist.

Anonymous Story: my first admission

Anonymous Story: my first admission

My mum has noticed my flippancy towards sexual relations with boys, and it upsets me that she judges me, she just thinks I’m a slut. But she doesn’t know why I sleep with random boys often, she’s never asked, I resent her a bit for that. I guess I just chase that feeling of normalcy with someone, I want to feel that intimate connection that everyone talks about, but all I ever feel is empty. Maybe one day it will happen, so I keep trying.

Anonymous Story: His Life Is Unchanged: Mine Is Ruined

Anonymous Story: His Life Is Unchanged: Mine Is Ruined

I remember everyone talking about how awful and disgusting you have to be to do that to a child, and seeing my brother agree and contribute to the conversation as if he hadn’t done it to me. I was disgusted, and felt awful and filthy and humiliated when I really realized what had happened.

Anonymous Story: “It Happens”

Anonymous Story: “It Happens”

Even presuming that as a man there was somehow more guilt on me for not having said no than there would be for a woman. But that's not true. No one should be able to take control of another person's body.

Anonymous Story: (Dis)Orientation

Anonymous Story: (Dis)Orientation

I was so confused. I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know who was kissing and touching me. I didn’t know why. I was trying to push him off of me but I couldn’t. My arms weren’t working. I kept trying to sink down in my mattress and disappear to get away, but that wasn’t working either.

Alex’s Story: Do You Know What You Did?

Alex’s Story: Do You Know What You Did?

I remember you putting your hand on my leg, making me obviously uncomfortable. I moved away from you, but that didn’t matter to you. You kissed me, for reasons that I still don’t understand. The more I tried to get away from you, the more you came towards me.

Anonymous story: Its changed me forever

Anonymous story: Its changed me forever

It's all very hazy to me now as it was a few years back but I remember not wanting to do it,I couldn't say no because I was afraid of the reaction I would get and I didn't say yes either.

Anonymous Story: he doesn’t even know what he did to me

Anonymous Story: he doesn’t even know what he did to me

We were sitting over the bath and I kept saying I didnt want to but I wasnt fighting him, I was so drunk that I couldn't control myself although i was feeling fine if you can understand.

[X]’s Story: Running Road to Recovery

[X]’s Story: Running Road to Recovery

I’m always waiting for the next bad thing to happen or for someone to hurt me. Anxiety, depression, and symptoms of PTSD (nightmares and flashbacks) were consuming me while I tried to just let momentum and fake smiles cover it up. That’s just not working anymore.

Lost: The Trail from Sexual Abuse to Addiction

Lost: The Trail from Sexual Abuse to Addiction

It takes courage to reach out for help. Treatment extends further than a rehabilitation facility and may span from weeks to years. Substance addicts with a history of sexual abuse, however, have a more specific set of needs that will be addressed in treatment. There are countless therapy and family groups available so victims of sexual abuse and struggling addicts don’t feel alone in their recovery.