Annie’s Story: He manipulated me, used my body, and hurt me.

Annie’s Story: He manipulated me, used my body, and hurt me.

I told him once that I was upset because we went farther than I had wanted and that he went to fast for me to be able to communicate my needs.

Anonymous Story: She said, “Last night was a mistake”

Anonymous Story: She said, “Last night was a mistake”

Clothes were taken off and kisses were exchanged as we moved to her bed. Once naked, I realized it was too much for me and told her I wanted to stop and sleep. She initially agreed but soon resumed her touching and groping.

Maya’s story: Maybe it wasn’t my fault

Maya’s story: Maybe it wasn’t my fault

I began to panic that I wasn't going to get out. He wasn't going to let me leave. I asked if I could go to the toilet. I had the crazy idea that I would just run. But he came with me. He sat outside the toilet door. I started to cry in the toilet. There was literally no escape. I didn't even have my shoes. He started banging on the door and told me to hurry up. When I opened the door, he walked me back to his bedroom.

Anonymous Story: He said he would respect my boundaries

Anonymous Story: He said he would respect my boundaries

Eventually he asked for sex. I said no. He kept trying to convince me. I said no. He gave up and went back to kissing. Later i got ready to go to bed and put on a pair of shorts. He kept touching my ass and fooling around but I kept saying no sex. I felt a sharp pain inside me and i cried out. He had forced himself inside me.

Anonymous Story: I want to yell louder

Anonymous Story: I want to yell louder

I walked home tonight. Alone and late. I know I know what an incredibly irresponsible thing to do. Then the anger the rage of my fear, my politeness, and my rape bubbled that shit would not be contained. Walked for over a mile grunting and yelling and realizing that shit that had been deposited in my soul.

Anonymous Story: Boyfriends

Anonymous Story: Boyfriends

I've been raped many times, so many times i cannot even count. I've had sex with 40 guys and they have been everything from sweet and charming to downright horrendous.

Anonymous Story: Memories

Anonymous Story: Memories

I have had a memory recently that i had never had before, so I'm not sure how real or accurate it is. I can see someone on top on me, with them holding my mouth shut & they are having intercourse with me. The person doing this is just a blur, I can't see any details about them, but i can tell where I am & it seems too real to me to be fabricated by my own mind. I am just struggling with the fact of is this true & accurate & has my mind just buried it deep down, or am I crazy & imagining it.

Anonymous Story: I Was Raped Multiple Times

Anonymous Story: I Was Raped Multiple Times

I felt I had no choice but to let him, because I felt if I said no, I wouldn't have been living. He always threatened that he'd tell others if I didn't obey.

Anonymous Story: He didn’t even take the tampon out

Anonymous Story: He didn’t even take the tampon out

But at this point it wasn’t really even my body anymore. It was his. He had control of it, and that’s all it I was to him. A body. A limp lifeless body. It felt as if he had taken my humanity away from me, as if I wasn't even a person anymore, as if I was just a thing.

Melissa’s Story: ‘I didn’t’ changed to ‘I was too drunk to know what I was doing’

Melissa’s Story: ‘I didn’t’ changed to ‘I was too drunk to know what I was doing’

I just sat in my friend’s room naked crying until he came back. He came in and asked where my clothes were and I explained I didn’t know what happened but that someone was in the room with me and left as soon as I figured out what was going on.

Rawley’s Story: I Never Had Many Male Friends

Rawley’s Story: I Never Had Many Male Friends

i never had many male friends but you are flamboyant and easy to talk to you feel like a brother it’s always film talk and laughter we make dirty jokes and talk about the women we lust after. and then

Anonymous Story: My Death

Anonymous Story: My Death

Have you ever walked into a room and had every single person stare at you? Have you ever had to walk past them with your eyes glued to the floor because the stares were so intense? Have you ever had

Anonymous Story: I took the power away.

Anonymous Story: I took the power away.

I washed my hands furiously to try to rid myself of this overwhelming feeling of being dirty.
At age fifteen, I didn’t know this was a crime. I didn’t know what sexual assault was. I just knew that what happened was not okay.

Anonymous Story: I’m afraid people won’t believe me.

Anonymous Story: I’m afraid people won’t believe me.

Did you plan to rape me? For me, when it happened, the world moved so fast but it also stopped. Every touch was painful and unasked for. Every reaction was stiff and unwilling. Was that good for you? Did that make you hot for me? Taking power over me… did that help you gain power in your life? Did it make you feel like you had control?

C’s Story: I did everything wrong

C’s Story: I did everything wrong

I didn't really know that it "counted" as rape. He cuddled up to me after raping me, and that hurts so much when I remember that. How dare he? It hurt me for so long. It is hard to tell people, especially when they tell me to move on, or be stronger.

Harris’ Life Story

Harris’ Life Story

However,Deepika also revealed her depression story,in 2013,after which I revealed my depression status to the society in 2012. Are there same people with same feelings? Is Deepika inspired my story or Am I inspired by her.

Anonymous Story: Journey: Broken to Bold

Anonymous Story: Journey: Broken to Bold

Knowing the details of that moment won't do anything for you anyway, and I've unburdened myself in the necessary and applicable safe spaces. It's been far too hard as it is walking around smiling when I'm crying inside.

Anonymous Story: A letter to my rapist

Anonymous Story: A letter to my rapist

You have made me feel like nobody likes me. Like I am worthless, like everyone who knows what happened suddenly wants nothing to do with me. While this may not be true, you have turned me into someone who cant appreciate kindness. If someone is nice, I feel like its out of pitty, and when someone isn’t, I feel like they are judging me for what happened.

Rose’s Story: My Entire Sexual Experience

Rose’s Story: My Entire Sexual Experience

I went to sleep without crying. The next night, I couldn't keep it hidden anymore. I told my parents. They believed me, until they started getting the story from me. My aunt and uncle got involved. Soon, I had four very angry adults staring down at me, believing I'd made up the rape allegation for some drama. They told me it wasn't rape because it wasn't prosecutable.

Zel’s Story: The Untold Story

Zel’s Story: The Untold Story

But there was a different feeling rising in me that quickly numbed out all others. It was fear. Absolute terror came over me. I realized that this man has absolute control over my body at this point. There are no words that can stop him.

Maria’s Story: My Sexual Assault Saved Me

Maria’s Story: My Sexual Assault Saved Me

What happened still affects me, and truthfully, it always will. I need you to know what you did was not ok. I wrote this because it was the easiest way for me to address the situation. I honestly just needed you to know what you did to me, how wrong you were, and the impact it has had."

Anonymous story: The Night That Changed Everything

Anonymous story: The Night That Changed Everything

I’ve always heard of people being raped, and always felt so bad when I would hear stories, but I never actually truly understood the feeling of being raped until the day it happened to me. It was like any other

Alice’s Story: Shouldn’t have had so much to Drink

Alice’s Story: Shouldn’t have had so much to Drink

Know this happened at the Pennsylvania State University, at the frat DKE. I was 18 years old. —————————————————————————————————————————————————— Nail biting. A nasty nervous habit I have had since I can remember. I guess you could say I am a nervous

Erica’s Story: I still can’t say the word “rape”

Erica’s Story: I still can’t say the word “rape”

Hi, my name is Erica. On November 4th, 2008, the day the results of the presidential election were announced, I was sexually assaulted. It was a Tuesday night. Myself and a couple of friends were at “The Irish Times,” across

Anonymous Story: Being an “Adult”

Anonymous Story: Being an “Adult”

She had told me not to go, I couldn't let her be right, right? Now here I am, 6 months later, admitting that I was sexually assaulted that night.

Anonymous Story: Weak

Anonymous Story: Weak

rape happens to people like you
people like me
not to weak people

Anonymous Story: (Dis)Orientation

Anonymous Story: (Dis)Orientation

I was so confused. I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know who was kissing and touching me. I didn’t know why. I was trying to push him off of me but I couldn’t. My arms weren’t working. I kept trying to sink down in my mattress and disappear to get away, but that wasn’t working either.

Anonymous story: Its changed me forever

Anonymous story: Its changed me forever

It's all very hazy to me now as it was a few years back but I remember not wanting to do it,I couldn't say no because I was afraid of the reaction I would get and I didn't say yes either.

Kristen’s Story: A rough road to happy ever after

Kristen’s Story: A rough road to happy ever after

Most people enjoy highschool, its hanging out with friends, and partys and not alot of worries, but for me , it was a living hell.

Anonymous: I Thought I Had Consented

Anonymous: I Thought I Had Consented

I was clear about my boundaries since day one. You later told me you saw it as a challenge. Well, I see it as sexual assault. Not once did you ask for consent.

Samantha’s Story: A Letter to Myself

Samantha’s Story: A Letter to Myself

The one thing that you will find in this process is your voice. It is quite possibly the only thing that you have left after you have been torn apart from everything else. Do not be silenced. Not for you, but for other victims who are looking to you for some reason to keep going.

K’s Story: It’s just not fair.

K’s Story: It’s just not fair.

I pushed and hit him but it was no use, he was stronger. I kept screaming 'No' and 'Stop' but he didn't. He went on to cover my mouth with his left hand.

Anonymous Story: Kidnapped on a Tinder Date

Anonymous Story: Kidnapped on a Tinder Date

To this day, not one person has actually believed me. I was making it up for attention. I was lying. I was a woman.

Victoria’s Story: He Probably Doesn’t Even Know My Name

Victoria’s Story: He Probably Doesn’t Even Know My Name

For the longest time I had a regret and blamed myself. I didn't realize until now that I couldn't have done anything differently besides for being more careful of what I drank. I realized it wasn't my fault.

Katie’s Story: Letter to an Asshole

Katie’s Story: Letter to an Asshole

You taught me that the world is not a safe place, that people are not to be trusted. You violated my most basic human right to choose who touches me and when.

Jill E Waz’s Story: Didn’t want him to think I owed him anything

Jill E Waz’s Story: Didn’t want him to think I owed him anything

Wore plain jeans, bulky sweater, hiking boots, drove myself, payed for my own meal because I didn't want him to feel like I owed him anything.

Kelsey’s Story: Fifteen Months

Kelsey’s Story: Fifteen Months

Fifteen months have come and gone, But memories still burn Everyone has told their story, but I’ve yet to have my turn. On websites, strangers cry for help And others tell their story To be a victim is to have

Lexi’s Story: Freshman Year

Editor’s note: All names have been removed in order to not identify the attacker. Unfortunately my story sounds a lot like like a million others. It happened four years ago when I was eighteen. It was a Saturday night during

Anonymous Story: I was raped

Anonymous Story: I was raped

And I barely slept that night I couldn't stop replaying what happen I did the whole way on the trip never said anything to my boyfriend. I wanted to have a good weekend with him. Later that night the guy called me and asked if I was ok and apologized for being so forceful. So I didn't want to believe he raped me I just said ok

Anonymous Story: I Thought it was Over…

Anonymous Story: I Thought it was Over…

I have been manipulated, lied too and I was lonely. I was expressing my feelings all over social media, hoping they would realise what they have done. Instead he made himself the victum in the situation…and this was only the