Anonymous Story: I Was Only 4 or 5

Anonymous Story: I Was Only 4 or 5

I was little. Maybe 4 or 5. I used to go to this babysitters, it was an older girl who had several kids there at once. I had this crush on this guy no older than I was at the

Melly’s Story: WALKING DISASTER AREA

Melly’s Story: WALKING DISASTER AREA

Maybe I should not tell my story HERE. My story is not as painful as the other stories but I can’t forget it and I wanna share this story! My parents broke up when I was 5 years old. When

Anonymous Story: He Thought He Did Nothing Wrong

Anonymous Story: He Thought He Did Nothing Wrong

I married my ex husband when I was 18 and pregnant. He always used sex as a weapon and was hyper promiscuous. He told me that if I was capable of satisfying him he wouldn’t have to look elsewhere. I

Laila’s Story: He Thought It Was a Compliment

Laila’s Story: He Thought It Was a Compliment

I’m 15. I go to a girl school in London about 20 minutes away from home. The bus stop i get off at is near another high school- a mixed one. It was Christmas Jumper Day, and i was wearing

Weronika’s Story: Only a Touch

Weronika’s Story: Only a Touch

I don’t how should I start this. Telling someone about my story helps me at first, but later I feel like I had given my burden to someone else and I feel guilty because of that. But I can’t stay

Ashley’s Story: The Classmate and Neighbor

Ashley’s Story: The Classmate and Neighbor

His name is B, and he ruined everything the day I moved to my new apartment with my parents when I was in the 7th grade. I was a sheltered kid, so human interaction from boys was a foreign concept

Sarah’s Story: I Was Only 14

Sarah’s Story: I Was Only 14

Starting high school was a huge transition for me, as I am sure it is for most young girls. I lived in a city with two high schools. Many of the friends that I grew up with either went to

Jenn’s Story: Broken

Jenn’s Story: Broken

I’m not going to share EVERY memory of abuse with you… I would be here for a very long time writing… It is just an estimate (but I’m definitely “low balling” the number of times instead of over reaching) I

Anonymous Story: Why Me?

Anonymous Story: Why Me?

I am watching ‘Surviving R. Kelly’ and am now on Episode 3 and cannot stop crying….so close to home. I don’t speak of it, not ever with family and at the age of 45, I sadly only have but one

Z’s Story: Monster In My Head

Z’s Story: Monster In My Head

scared to close my eyes relax and become limber. afraid to slip into a helpless slumber make a wimper or a sigh. I see his face, his hands hot breath, the growing heat. carried in by steps of creeping feet

Anonymous Story: Me Too

Anonymous Story: Me Too

I was sexually abused by my stepfather. My mother met him when I was two years old I remember nothing from my childhood before the 7th grade. I told my mother what happened I don’t know if she ever believed

Anonymous Story: Afterthoughts

Anonymous Story: Afterthoughts

I am not sure what it is that holds me back from writing. For so long, writing has come easily to me. Maybe it wasn’t always fluid or grammatically correct, but it was simple and not forced. Lately, it has

Anonymous Story: Don’t Know If It’s a Big Deal Or Not

Anonymous Story: Don’t Know If It’s a Big Deal Or Not

I was not raped. I dont know what it is. Disrespected mainly. But it still hurts a lot as if I did get raped. My stepdad started little by little. He would lightly put his hand on my butt around

Anonymous Story: Too Young To Know

Anonymous Story: Too Young To Know

My story starts when I was about 9-10 years old, I know for sure I was in fourth grade; My sister and I was being babysat by a local neighborhood mom that was a church woman and foster mom and

Anonymous Story: It Has Taken Me Awhile To Write About This

Anonymous Story: It Has Taken Me Awhile To Write About This

This will be painful. This will bring up things I don’t want to talk about. But I think it needs to be said. I think it needs to be written out. It’s therapeutic in a sort of way. This is

Kait’s Story: NYE Was Supposed To Be Fun

Kait’s Story: NYE Was Supposed To Be Fun

18 years old. New Year’s Eve. In my hometown. One of my brother’s closest friends. I had 1 drink. He had many. Texted me and asked me to see at my friend’s house, where I was. Meet him outside, he