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
"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.
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.
In the morning I was shocked and confused and said no one could find out and it never happen again.
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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,
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.
I woke up screaming from the sheer agony of it all The sweat dripping from my brow She isn’t here anymore She can’t reach me But she lies within my soul and creeps into my mind whenever she feels the
It’s taken me a long time to even see my rape clearly. But I’m starting to share my story, because secrets lose their power when they’re out in the open. But I was raped and assaulted. And I was stalked.
A few days ago I was watching this video where Cara Delevingne spoke about depression and she read out this beautiful poem she wrote and it really resonated with me. I have been reading a lot of articles on anxiety,
Towards the end of 2017 I began to notice that I had fallen back into that attack mode that I thought I had left behind so many years ago. The truth is I am a survivor still surviving.
I had no dignity anymore, i felt lost. I felt dirty, a nobody, like fog in my mind, filled with regret.
A random man, who I had never met or seen before decided he was going to grab my crotch, with force, and push his fingers up. As quickly as he did this he let go and started to walk off.
I said no, I meant no, and I gave all the non-verbal cues. I was uncomfortable, stiff, unmoving, and not kissing him back. And suddenly he was inside me. I pushed him out with my legs and again said I was really sore. He told me that was hot and shoved his penis inside me. I gave up. I tensed up and endured the pain and tried to lay back and wait until it was over.