Anonymous Story: Unsure What to Call This

Anonymous Story: Unsure What to Call This

But still, I feel like it was my fault. I shouldn't have got that drunk. I shouldn't have kissed him. And at the same time, I feel like maybe I'm just making a big deal out of nothing.

Anonymous Story: Erased From My Brothers Memory

Anonymous Story: Erased From My Brothers Memory

When we left I remember what he said "Let's just forget we ever did that ok? Neither of us can tell anyone" I agreed & went on with my life.. it never happened again…

MJ’s story: I didn’t know it was rape until 2 years after it happened

MJ’s story: I didn’t know it was rape until 2 years after it happened

I wasn't a person to him, I was a doll, a sex toy. I meant nothing to him. He had sex with me as I stared at the ceiling and tried not to cry.

Anonymous Story: He Loved Me

Anonymous Story: He Loved Me

When I was 16, someone I loved and trusted violated me in the most degrading way possible. I still find the word hard to say, still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Rape. He raped me. For myriad reasons,

Maria’s Story: My Sexual Assault Saved Me

Maria’s Story: My Sexual Assault Saved Me

What happened still affects me, and truthfully, it always will. I need you to know what you did was not ok. I wrote this because it was the easiest way for me to address the situation. I honestly just needed you to know what you did to me, how wrong you were, and the impact it has had."

June’s Story: He was my best friend

June’s Story: He was my best friend

In May of this year I was raped. I always thought it was not possible for me to be raped. Not because I was strong, but because my boyfriend, Allan (*All names in this story have been changed), was always

Emily’s Story: My Experience Of Motherhood As A Rape Survivor

Emily’s Story: My Experience Of Motherhood As A Rape Survivor

I’m not really sure how to start this because it is something I have wanted to write about and share for a while. It is also something that scares me shitless. I think I’m going to have to start with

Anonymous Story: A Letter To The Men Who Assaulted Me Without Me Even Knowing It

Anonymous Story: A Letter To The Men Who Assaulted Me Without Me Even Knowing It

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’m sure neither of you have noticed the lack of access you have to my social media as I have blocked you on all of it. I am a part of your past now,

Growing My Safety Net

I currently consider myself well into my recovery journey. This is a far away place from where I was emotionally and mentally 5 years ago and really even one year ago when I started more intensive therapy.  I had never

Loralie’s Story: Truth or Dare

Loralie’s Story: Truth or Dare

they say oh girls it’s the way that they dress gets them raped the way that they act the way that they talk to people they talk to they say it’s with all girls it just depends on how they

Anonymous story: The Night That Changed Everything

Anonymous story: The Night That Changed Everything

I’ve always heard of people being raped, and always felt so bad when I would hear stories, but I never actually truly understood the feeling of being raped until the day it happened to me. It was like any other

Anonymous Story: He Changed Me in a Way I Can’t Get Back

Anonymous Story: He Changed Me in a Way I Can’t Get Back

I was 14 and I had just broken up with my boyfriend and I knew that this older 18 year old boy wanted to have sex with me. I was mad at my boyfriend, well ex, and wanted to get

Anonymous Story: A Nightmare That Won’t Ever Fade

Anonymous Story: A Nightmare That Won’t Ever Fade

I don’t know where to begin. There is so much to say. As i even think about letting my fingers type my thoughts, Im growing to become more tense and more scared. There is so much that i want to

Alice’s Story: Shouldn’t have had so much to Drink

Alice’s Story: Shouldn’t have had so much to Drink

Know this happened at the Pennsylvania State University, at the frat DKE. I was 18 years old. —————————————————————————————————————————————————— Nail biting. A nasty nervous habit I have had since I can remember. I guess you could say I am a nervous

Erica’s Story: I still can’t say the word “rape”

Erica’s Story: I still can’t say the word “rape”

Hi, my name is Erica. On November 4th, 2008, the day the results of the presidential election were announced, I was sexually assaulted. It was a Tuesday night. Myself and a couple of friends were at “The Irish Times,” across

Anonymous Story: The Day My Parents Chose My Uncle Over Me

Anonymous Story: The Day My Parents Chose My Uncle Over Me

There are days when I still feel his hands on me, but I decided long time back that this monster will not dominate my life. He will not do anything to me anymore because I will not allow it.

Ashley’s Story: My Life Story That Changed Me

Ashley’s Story: My Life Story That Changed Me

My Life Story That Changed Me I have a story that I like to share with you because in same ways its helping me to let go and if you are going through or went though the same experience it

Changing Views with the Healing Journey

Changing Views with the Healing Journey

I remember years ago thinking people who could forgive a monster capable of harm, an abuser, rapist, a bad person– they must be nuts.  I could not fathom even the thought.  Forgiveness was a swear word.  Now, I’m feeling a

Debra’s Story: D Thought He Won

Debra’s Story: D Thought He Won

I have won, and you lost… Do you not know how to say, "I am sorry!"

Anonymous Story: i can’t get over it

Anonymous Story: i can’t get over it

I felt so lifeless. I was stareing at the ceiling and i was so scared. i was in so much pain. with my hands i crumbled the sheet. in that moment i felt like i died, I couldn't do nothing.

Anonymous Story: I was sexually assualted too

Anonymous Story: I was sexually assualted too

I was 14 years old boy at time when I was sexually assaulted. I was living in the Middle East at the time. My rapist offered a ride and i accepted it.

Anonymous Story: Being an “Adult”

Anonymous Story: Being an “Adult”

She had told me not to go, I couldn't let her be right, right? Now here I am, 6 months later, admitting that I was sexually assaulted that night.