Anonymous Story: I Was

Anonymous Story: I Was

I was fifteen years old. He was my best friend’s boyfriend, and we were sat at a table at school. He was beside me–she was across from us–and he stuck his hand up my skirt, tugged aside my pants, and

Anonymous Story: “T”… My Beginning

Anonymous Story: “T”… My Beginning

I am a 21 year old woman who was treated like dirt by the man I love. I was beaten more than once. I tried telling his parents about the abuse but that only made it escalate. I was raped

Anonymous Story: A Story of a Bus

Anonymous Story: A Story of a Bus

You feel it start in your gut — deep inside your stomach. You have to shut your eyes as the tingling begins again. First, you feel it in your fingers. It snakes up your arms, then through your breasts before

Danny’s Story: Three Days They Probably Won’t Remember, And That I Wish I Could Forget

Danny’s Story: Three Days They Probably Won’t Remember, And That I Wish I Could Forget

Coming to terms with being transgender/nonbinary, taking both high school and college classes, and struggling with mental illness is hard enough as it is, but only gets harder when three different people on three different days cause what little self

Anonymous Story: He Probably Doesn’t Even Remember My Name

Anonymous Story: He Probably Doesn’t Even Remember My Name

We met at a high school football game. We were both seniors, but going to different schools. He was 6’7″, easily over 220 lbs, very muscular, extremely handsome and very good at charming people. He went to my best friend’s

Anonymous Story: There Will Never Be Justice for What You Did

Anonymous Story: There Will Never Be Justice for What You Did

I have never written anything about my personal life before, but I’m going to tell you my story that needs to be shared. When I was 7 years old, I was molested by my step-grandfather who we will call “LS”.

Emily’s Story: My Campus Nightmare

Emily’s Story: My Campus Nightmare

The night was March 12th, 2017. I was 18 years old and in the home stretch of my high school career. I was studying a couple classes at the University of M. I had become close to the Teaching Assistant

Zaria’s Story: There Was Once Love

Zaria’s Story: There Was Once Love

It seems every time I close me eyes I can see him on top of me and, if I sit too still, I can feel him. I was 16 when my boyfriend took something from me I will never get

V’s Story:  He Bought Me A Bag of Chips and Told Me to Get Plan B

V’s Story: He Bought Me A Bag of Chips and Told Me to Get Plan B

Two years ago I aborted the child of my rapist. To this day I still feel sick to my stomach at the thought of this. This man had the ability to remove all sense of control from me and break

Anonymous Story: HE TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME AT 13

Anonymous Story: HE TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME AT 13

He felt so fucking wrong and I kept saying no everytime he'd thrust his hips, I felt like in my life this was the first time I seriously wanted to die because I had never felt this terrible in my life.

Anonymous story: fraternity men

Anonymous story: fraternity men

I was raped by a Fraternity man who I was actually very close friends with. I knew the majority of the men in the Frat and had spent every day with them for months. I considered them to be some of my closest friends. I had told this one particular man that I did not ever plan on hooking up with him.

Secret’s Story: Over the years

Secret’s Story: Over the years

When I was 8 a boy that was 10 touched my butt almost everyday.When I was 9 that same boy in my class shoved me into a corner and shoved his hand into my shirt.Right now I am still scared of anything potentially happening.

My story: I knew him

My story: I knew him

He sexually assaulted me several times within a month. I've only told one person what happened to me.
I know this wasn't my fault. However I wish I had been smarter and more cautious. I still have nightmares about being assaulted. Thank god I do not have contact with him anymore.

Anonymous Story: The continuum

Anonymous Story: The continuum

"There are other things we can do besides sex" he said. But that's where he was wrong. When I said no sex, I meant I didn't want to be sexual with him. In any way. I wanted to innocently flirt, hold hands, and cuddle on his couch. He saw it as a line crossed when his penis entered my vagina. I saw it as a continuum. It's not, Everything But. It's encompassing all sexual acts. The pressuring to feel my breasts, to take off my pants, those all fall under the continuum of "Sexual." I didn't want any of it.

Anonymous Story: Alcohol, Alcohol

Anonymous Story: Alcohol, Alcohol

In the light of morning, with a pounding head and dry mouth, I woke to find a hand touching me. I rolled over to find a man who was only vaguely familiar, but definitely not someone I knew. I didn’t even know his first name, let alone his last.

aaralyn’s story: i did not get justice but i’m no longer silenced

aaralyn’s story: i did not get justice but i’m no longer silenced

Hearing the "NOT GUILTY" verdict come out my lawyer's mouth two days later, felt like a dagger going straight through my heart as I fell apart with my lawyer and victim advocate on the floor.

Anonymous Story: One October Night

Anonymous Story: One October Night

He’s a rich white boy
With lots of money
His dad is a suit
So of course we’ll lose

Anonymous Story: Friday February 9th 2018

Anonymous Story: Friday February 9th 2018

I may say to many that night was a blur but I vividly remember every single detail: his laugh when I told him I wasn’t ready for it, him telling me that I looked sexy in my dress and that I wore it for a reason.

Anonymous Story: My brother raped me

Anonymous Story: My brother raped me

In the morning I was shocked and confused and said no one could find out and it never happen again.

Katrina’s Story: Online date gone horribly wrong

Katrina’s Story: Online date gone horribly wrong

This night ends with the memory of running. running as fast and as far as I could. getting on the bus, finding my way home. showering. trying to feel "clean" again. a "clean" that I fear I will never experience again.

Anonymous Story: I don’t owe you anything

Anonymous Story: I don’t owe you anything

Rape is rape is rape. And you don’t owe anyone (including your boyfriend) anything. I told you I didn’t want to have sex those nights, yet you got on top of me, my face was down and I was in tears. I bit my lip so you wouldn’t make fun of me or yell at me for crying.

Kim’s Story:  PTSD after an abusive marriage and high conflict divorce

Kim’s Story: PTSD after an abusive marriage and high conflict divorce

It wasn't until my daughter was 4 years old and I found him watching pornography while she was sleeping in bed with him, that I realized how bad things really were. I kicked him out of our home.

sufiana’s story: I’m a Victim, I’m a Survivor, I’m a Victim

sufiana’s story: I’m a Victim, I’m a Survivor, I’m a Victim

Now I had new nightmares; it wasn’t just him touching me, him hitting, punching, kicking, whipping, wasn’t just him putting things inside me, tying me so I wouldn’t move. There were others. And he would tell them where to hit me, when and where to touch me, what to put inside me.

Her Story: he broke me

Her Story: he broke me

He was my friend.
He was supposed to be my friend.
He was supposed to look after me.
He broke me.

Anonymous Story: the biblical wife?

Anonymous Story: the biblical wife?

I would tell her I am not well or now is not the right time. She would ignore my plea and play with my penis. I would many times tell her to stop but she would then come on top of me. I would tell her to get off and to keep me quiet she would cover my mouth with her hand to keep me from talking.

Sharons story: exposed

Sharons story: exposed

I tried to kick and tried to pry my hands free but he only gripped harder. The moment he inserted himself inside me, my entire body went limp. I became a dead fish and stopped fighting. It was as if a part of my soul had died.

tESS’ sTORY: tRYING TO ACCEPT MYSELF

tESS’ sTORY: tRYING TO ACCEPT MYSELF

She found me in my unclothed, paralyzed state and pulled me to ‘safety’ in a muddled manner. No questions asked we just left the party. The next day I reflected on that night and saw it as a personal failure.

Griffin’s story: Raped by my husband

Griffin’s story: Raped by my husband

He got off of me, pulled his pants up and I still say there frozen. Eventually I got up to put my clothes on and got off the bed. He was looking at me in shock and I broke down in tears and said you raped me.

Steph’s story: I just wanted to have fun

Steph’s story: I just wanted to have fun

…it has always felt like all the things that happened to me started with that security guard and that moment destroyed my whole life.

Anonymous Story: Temporary friend

Anonymous Story: Temporary friend

e knew what he did and he knew it wasn’t okay. Worst of all is I blamed myself and I still do for not knowing how it all happened, how my clothes came off, how I allowed my rebellion to lead me there, did he even use protection!?

My Story: I Just Need to Tell It

My Story: I Just Need to Tell It

Once he told me, I told him we needed to talk about our options in the event that I fell pregnant. The day he came over, he told me he’d kick me down the stairs if he had to. I told him to get the fuck out.

Jessica’s Story: He Doesn’t Know My Prespective

Jessica’s Story: He Doesn’t Know My Prespective

I didn’t want to have sex with him. I didn’t want to engage in any sort of contact with him.

Anonymous Letter: Nobody Rapes On Accident

Anonymous Letter: Nobody Rapes On Accident

You knew what you were doing while you were doing it to me. Nobody rapes on accident. I am sending you this message so I can put the pain and shame I have been carrying where it belongs, with you. If I have to live the rest of my life as a victim of rape, you should have to live the rest of your life knowing you raped me.

Anonymous Story: DID YOU ASK? never even crossed your mind.

Anonymous Story: DID YOU ASK? never even crossed your mind.

This poem is for you. The man who put a dent in my spirit. Maybe, someday it will dawn upon you, That you hurt me beyond recognition. Because of you, I fear men like you. I don’t dare travel alone,

Erin’s Story: I Didn’t See It Coming

Erin’s Story: I Didn’t See It Coming

I was raped 8 months ago by a coworker. I had just turned 19, was going to college, and was working at the customer service desk inside a grocery store. The guy worked in the deli at the grocery store

Anonymous Story: I knew him and had to see him every day in high school

Anonymous Story: I knew him and had to see him every day in high school

I didn't tell anyone because he was from a well known violent gang of which whom I went to school with all the members including him every day. I was afraid he'd kill me and/or terrorize my family. I have not been right with men since that day.

A Lesbian’s Story: i let it happen

A Lesbian’s Story: i let it happen

We met on a lesbian dating app. Its rare to find a conversation that can cary on with ease on these things. Only a week in, she invites me over after work for a bottle of wine, an impulse decision

Anonymous Story: Police did not believe me

Anonymous Story: Police did not believe me

The female cop got out of the car to talk to my friend, and I went inside the car to talk to the male cop, I remember not being able to explain my self properly, all I knew is that something was wrong , something bad has happend to me, hyperventilating I tried to explain the time line of events,

Anonymous Story: I Was Roofied

Anonymous Story: I Was Roofied

I tried collecting myself to text a friend to let them know where I was and what had happened, but I couldn't focus or coordinate myself. I have no idea how long I was in the washroom for. It couldn't have been for long, but what I can remember about that part of the night is that two people escorted me out the club through the back door away from my friends.

Anonymous Story: Few weeks ago

Anonymous Story: Few weeks ago

But when I woke up at 6AM him fingering me and trying to cram his dick inside me, I don’t think I consented to that. When I tried to roll over to the other side, to cross my legs, to avoid it as much as possible, I don’t think I consented to that. When he said “oh you don’t like that, huh” and continued, I really don’t think I consented to that.