Sheila’s Story: Next Door Neighbor

Sheila’s Story: Next Door Neighbor

When I was in college in the late 1970s, for a year I shared a house with 3 other girls off-campus. There was a houseful of boys next door. One night I came home about 10pm to a roaring party

Tay’s Story: I Hope Someone Believes Me

Tay’s Story: I Hope Someone Believes Me

I was a virgin when I started college. I thought that’s how it would end. I need to keep this brief and one day will go into more detail but for now I am scared. 8 years later and I

Anonymous Story: Me Too

Anonymous Story: Me Too

I was 22 at the time, I went out to a party with a couple friends of mine. After a couple rounds of drinks I realized I was a little too drunk to drive home and the host of party,

Anonymous Story: Run of the Mill Sexual Assault..Oh, and a Rape

Anonymous Story: Run of the Mill Sexual Assault..Oh, and a Rape

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

Katie’s Story: KU Football Players Play More Than Just Football

Katie’s Story: KU Football Players Play More Than Just Football

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

Anonymous Story: Someday I’ll Get My Voice Back

Anonymous Story: Someday I’ll Get My Voice Back

Thank you for this invitation to share my story. I have been so ripped apart by the Kavanaugh “inquiry” and so grateful for Christine Blasey Ford’s bravery to bear the virulent assaults she predicted in sharing her story of his

Shannon’s Story: He Thought I Loved Him

Shannon’s Story: He Thought I Loved Him

I met him in college. I always liked to try to be a friend for everyone, especially to people who may not have a lot of friends because I believe everyone needs someone. This was the case with him. He

Anonymous Story: Me Too

Anonymous Story: Me Too

“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

AUreu’s Story: I Said No and It Still Happened

AUreu’s Story: I Said No and It Still Happened

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

Brittany’s Story: Front Page of the Newspaper Allowed Him to Take Every thing

Brittany’s Story: Front Page of the Newspaper Allowed Him to Take Every thing

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

Anonymous Story: K.S

Anonymous Story: K.S

This is my first step into accepting I was raped. I’ve waited 3 years to say that and I feel like now is my time to share. I am a male and I was raped by a female. Many people

Jasmine’s Story: I Thought Other Families Were The Weird Ones…

Jasmine’s Story: I Thought Other Families Were The Weird Ones…

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

Anonymous Story: “W” is for Waterfall

Anonymous Story: “W” is for Waterfall

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

Christopher’s story: Powerless

Christopher’s story: Powerless

This is a story that will forever haunt me every time I look back on it… Telling people was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. My current girlfriend, who knows about it, suggested that I posted about it

Lianna’s Story: I Don’t Even Know His Name

Lianna’s Story: I Don’t Even Know His Name

It has now been almost a year since it happened. As the year mark creeps closer, the memories of that night and the following day flood my mind. I don’t even know what happened. Some would say it’s my own

Breaking the Cycle: A Life of Sexual Abuse and The Alcoholic it Created

Breaking the Cycle: A Life of Sexual Abuse and The Alcoholic it Created

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,

Mikayla’s Story: I Lost Everything, But He Didn’t

Mikayla’s Story: I Lost Everything, But He Didn’t

October 24th, 2015 sits heavy in my soul and forever will. It was the first night I had more than one drink in college. It was the first night I went to a house party. It was the night I

Genevieve’s Story: I Wasn’t Sure If It Was Rape

Genevieve’s Story: I Wasn’t Sure If It Was Rape

It was my first semester at college. It was 2014. I have never spoken to anyone about this in my life. It is partly because I don’t know if I would define it as rape. Mostly because the detail are

Anonymous Story: He Was The Kind of Guy You Bring Home to Meet  Your Parents

Anonymous Story: He Was The Kind of Guy You Bring Home to Meet Your Parents

I remember why we hit it off. He was wearing a Redskins hat. My mom loves the redskins. Somewhere in my subconscious I must have made him the kind of guy I might some day bring home to meet my

Jennifer’s Story: He Thought I Was Mad He Left in the Morning

Jennifer’s Story: He Thought I Was Mad He Left in the Morning

Drink one. Drink two. Drink seven. Alcohol can create blur lines for yourself, and eventually, put you in a place of darkness. One minute you’re standing there with your friends having a good time, the next minute you’re waking up

Wilson’s Story: Memories of a Square Girl

Wilson’s Story: Memories of a Square Girl

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

Anonymous Story: Me Too

Anonymous Story: Me Too

He took the last part of me I had left to lose Couldn’t find myself, he left my heart and mind confused You couldn’t see it, but the inside of me was bruised He pinned me down and beat my

Anonymous Story: Mixed Emotions

Anonymous Story: Mixed Emotions

I was 18 at the time. Only three months ago from this moment I write. I met this guy on a dating app and we had been talking for just shy of a month at this point. We intended to

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

Anonymous Story: 2nd Floor Bathroom

Anonymous Story: 2nd Floor Bathroom

How the fuck did I get in this situation? I was working really hard not to get this fucked. I worked so hard to not be a whore. Does this act make me a whore? A slut? I am a whore. I am a slut. Why the fuck did I even talk to this guy. Why the fuck did I get myself into this situation. This situation sucks. Not knowing anything sucks. I hate this. I will never know what really happened.

Anonymous Story: Confrontations of a retired teenager -Things to read and learn from

Anonymous Story: Confrontations of a retired teenager -Things to read and learn from

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,

Amanda Barnes’s Story: The sexually unprofessional photographer

Amanda Barnes’s Story: The sexually unprofessional photographer

He does not deserve to be able to continue this career of his without any action being held against him. He is the definition of a sexual pretador and should be seen as nothing short of it. He hurt me in more ways than I could’ve ever imagined. I wish for the life of me I would have never even met him. He is disgusting.

K’s Story: He Told Me Nothing Happened

K’s Story: He Told Me Nothing Happened

I think I've been raped. I go back in my room and laugh about my sexual escapades with my roommates, not telling them what I really think happened.

Anonymous Story: I Was A Virgin

Anonymous Story: I Was A Virgin

I woke up in the morning sore and covered in scrapes. My friends were all discussing the night before and my best friend said she couldn’t find me for like an hour and then she saw me coming out of the forest wearing pants that were way too big on me. She said I couldn’t even speak properly and I had stripes of blood on my cheeks. She immediately took me to take a morning after pill.

Charlie’s Story: Everyone Knew and Nobody Cared

Charlie’s Story: Everyone Knew and Nobody Cared

The next day, you feel hollow and empty but you go to work and come home. You pass him in the hall back to your dorm room. He’s with a bunch of his buddies and smirks at you, laughing with his buddies because they all know. You hear that he’s started to tell people that you’re a slut and is saying terrible things about your body.