Anonymous Story: I’m Fine

Anonymous Story: I’m Fine

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

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

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.

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.

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: 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.

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.

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: (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.

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.

My Story: He was given ‘permission’ to rape me

My Story: He was given ‘permission’ to rape me

I'm less afraid of talking about these ones than the first one. I have no idea what became of either of those guys, and I don't care. I've lost touch with all of the "friends" we had in common back then, the ones who knew and didn't stop it, the boyfriend who gave permission for his friend to rape me…it's a part of my life I've put past me.