I was on an overseas adventure with a male friend. We were jetlagged after 32hrs in transit and were just going for one drink before having an early night. One drink turned in to many drinks at a fun, relaxed,
Along with millions of avid viewers, I’ve been a fan of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit for almost 20 years. The compassion these characters have for victims of sexual assault is unparalleled to the strong burden of shame and
After I got divorced in 1990 I drank real heavily, and hung out in bars, looking for love in all the wrong places. One guy who I had chatted with a few times, invited me over for “dinner”. He was
This will be the first telling of the story, my story. The story my body will remember through my fingertips and the thick folds of my brain, my lips as I speak it. My body remembers. I get lost in
Because of what happened recently, I’m filled with hurt and anger with Kavanaugh’s case. From the beginning… I was in 5th grade, at my elementary school. I got bullied a lot, I was never noticed. Girls would tell me my
Victims Syndrome I am the mother of a brutally raped victim. I am 54, she is 22 and was not experienced in dealing with manipulative men. Upon learning all the details of this horrendous ongoing event in my own home,
If you had asked me a year ago if I had been sexually assaulted or raped, I probably would’ve said no. Mine isn’t a case of extreme guilt or shame. It’s one of simply not having the language to think
I was gang raped by six University of Kansas football players in November 1998. When I was leaving my friend’s apartment on the sixth floor, I exited the elevator, and there was D, from Austin, TX. D was someone I
Ive always been one to fall to hard and too fast for a guy, when i care about someone i care deeply even when i see the red flags. That’s the funny part about life though, sometimes you see the
I can’t remember when it started. The first memory dates back to when I was 6 or 7 years old. I was the youngest child at that time and the only daughter. I was getting ready for bed and my
Why didn’t I report it? “Will I lose my job if I say no?” I asked. “I can’t help you,” replied the Vice President of Human Resources. It was sometime in the early 1980’s – I’m guessing about 1982 or
“Perfect hindsight” is the best discription I can offer at 65 yo about past sexual abuse, assault & mental oppression suffered at the whim of men who apparently target girls, women that carry a lifelong supressed psycological humiliation even if
To be honest, I’m really not sure if my story(ies) qualify. I know what happened was wrong. But, when I read and hear all of the multitude of stories that have happened to other women, I say to myself “well,
7 years ago I was 19 and falling for a marine. We had been talking for a couple of weeks and trying to get to know each other or I thought I was. He seemed like a great guy, had
hi. My name is Joy. Not my birth name. But the name I give myself. It’s how I reclaim me from the degradation and shame of assault and abuse. It started when I was a little girl about 7. He
#MeToo. Ever since Trump announced his presidency and then won. My nightmares started again, have to go to the closet or in shower and cry. Secrets, Secrets, Secrets. Been abused since I was five years old then my half-brother then
I was out with my friend, we went to a University corridor party. I didn’t know anyone there and the next day I had to work, we didn’t want to drink much, only three beers we said. I don’t know
It was February 4th, 2007, Superbowl Sunday. I was working at Papa Murphy’s, a job that I had only had a month. We were so slammed that my boss asked me to work two hours of overtime. I called up
I don’t know where to begin…Have you ever remembered something from years ago, but your memories are fractured, like a movie with deleted scenes? That’s how it is for me. Serving in the military was always a dream for me,
Fair warning this story lasts 19yrs before the surviving portion starts. I know some people say you don’t remember lots of your younger years well I’m 25 now and I can remember being 3 years old. my mother was married
For the 6 months leading upto my 30th birthday I reflected back on what I felt I had achieved; very little I felt due to bouts of anxiety and low self-esteem through my adult life. So when I got in
My current husband and I met when he was still married. Although we never had a sexual relationship, hindsight is 20/20 and there was validity to his wife gut instinct. When his wife found out we were friends and was
Four years ago: I was new in town and looking for friends. I was in a long-distance relationship with my best friend. I had lost 20 lbs due to extreme anxiety, in less than a month. I worked three restaurant
Every night he would come into my bedroom. I woke up out of it so drunk in sleep I think I was drugged. I could not feel anything happening while I lie asleep. I wake up with the covers thrown
I was on of the worst cases of child abuse,I was sexually abused by my adoptive parents “both” of them I was lock in a dog kennel. I was sold to other men when I was 6. I was one
My story: I will not be a victim, I will be a voice. Although my voice may shake I am not weak. I am not just a survivor, I am a fighter! A girls night out took a turn for
I haven’t thought of you in years; I must be fine I have a life now, a healthy relationship, a career and success; I must be fine I was drunk that night, my fake ID worked, I felt on top
I was with the “nice guy” for 4 years. He was “the nice best friend who waited patiently until he got out of the friend zone” guy. He was the “I’m single because I’m too nice” guy. He was the
My parents divorced when I was probably about 6 years old, and my brother, Bryan, and I were stuck with my mother. I would learn several years later in life that our father did try to get custody multiple times,
Online catfish. Online predator. He catfished me under many names, accounts, numbers, etc until I finally confronted him and attempted to report him. My karma is I shouldn’t have been there. His karma is exposure. I’ve managed to spread my
I am a music producer. I worked in the industry for years as a musician and finally reached a point where I was running my own label. I endured a lot of crass comments, and had been asked out and
Please answer the phone. Please answer the phone. Please answer the fucking phone. Dead tone. Beep beep beep. Those beeps became such a feeble connection to the regular world, such wholesome little beeps, like the excitement of watching a truck
You have to connect to the ground, and open your heart, to create space, and stand in integrity, to speak your truth. This is a story about healing….my ongoing journey to heal from what was an unspeakable trauma. My hope
My name is Wilson Shantae and I am a Sex Trafficking Survivor. My journey started at the age of 14. My mother was addicted to heroin and sold me to the neighborhood drug dealer, who at that time was my
I went skinny dipping at night in the Gulf of Mexico. I was the only one among my 2 cousins, brother and the husband of a cousin. It was dark enough so I felt safe. I was with my family,
In November of 2017, I got a text from someone I didn’t know. It turned out it was a coworker. He had gotten my phone number from the Google doc from the high school we both worked at. The first
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
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
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”.
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