Anonymous Story: New School, New Life Ruined

Anonymous Story: New School, New Life Ruined

Wednesday 24th of may 2016 I was called back at lunch to do some work and the teacher wasn’t there there was this guy in my year I never really spoke to him I kept saying I don’t know what

Arielle’s story: Taken From A Night Out And Raped By Three Men

Arielle’s story: Taken From A Night Out And Raped By Three Men

A fun night in town turned into the worst night of my life after being taken from town home with 3 men, they were all around 5-7 years older then me, it was the end of my night and I

Anonymous Story

Anonymous Story

The summer I turned 16 I went away with a friend for a couple weeks. We had gone to the beach for the day and were having a good time. Sometime mid afternoon a couple of guys approached us, friend

Mimi’s Story: The part people don’t wanna know

Mimi’s Story: The part people don’t wanna know

After some hours of sleep I woke up. Pictures in my head. I tried to convince myself it wasn't real, that wasn't me who experienced that. I was there, but I was just watching. Watching my body get raped, but my soul already died.

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.

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

Anonymous Story: Dead inside

Anonymous Story: Dead inside

I was desperate for attention, I wanted to let loose and have fun. No matter how desperate I was attention, I never asked for this.

Anonymous Story: 6 hours of torture

Anonymous Story: 6 hours of torture

s I write this, I get the same disgusting feelings, the urge to vomit, desperation to get out , escape ,a feeling a pray for someone anyone to come to my help,a wish for all of this to be a nightmare which it actually is, each and every day after that day, reminding me constantly of how used and damaged I am.

Anonymous Story: A Plane Crash

Anonymous Story: A Plane Crash

I can still hear their heavy breath on my neck the huge hands holding me down. I still have nightmares sometimes knowing they're still out there.

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.

Julia’s Story: He Used Me

Julia’s Story: He Used Me

This was the second time I'd been raped. I'd been using sex as a coping mechanism to deal with my feelings from being raped the first time.

Anonymous Story: The Safest Way Home

Anonymous Story: The Safest Way Home

It is March 2nd 2017 and today the news is filled with the story of an intoxicated and unconscious woman who was raped by a cab driver in Halifax, Canada. The rape was witnessed by a police officer. Yet the Judge still acquitted the rapist. I am angry every time I hear of cases where rapists get away and victim blaming is rampant. This one, however, hit home. The situation is so much like mine.

Saasha’s Story: Journey to Darkness

Saasha’s Story: Journey to Darkness

Every time I was running/or pushing him away, we were facing his anger. It was everyday story. I remember sitting in the corner of my cousin's room, scared, closed eyes, covering my ears while he was screaming my name outside. To calm him down, my grandparents and his wife makes me sit next to him in living room. Where he was touching my thighs, trying to kiss me, rotating my face to look at him. I can't forget his scary face and laugh. No one was stopping him, he was coming to my room every other night.

M’s Story: 16 Times

M’s Story: 16 Times

I am sitting here, and a perpetrator is being inaugurated into the presidency, in the United States. I can not function today. I needed to tell my story somewhere because starting last night I kept waking up with these numbers repeating over and over again, my own thoughts and my own story jolting me throughout the night. And today, a day where I can not move. I am frozen.

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

N/A’s Story: I made my rapist a bagel

N/A’s Story: I made my rapist a bagel

I was sixteen and in the best relationship of my entire life. One that even after the rape, I would stay in and stick out no matter the harm we caused. We were very sexual beings after July 13th when

Isadora’s Story: How my sexual abuser reminds me of Trump

Isadora’s Story: How my sexual abuser reminds me of Trump

But, Trump's "just kiss. Don't wait" guy talk shit or whatever we want to call it is a REAL problem and a REAL attitude men have. I can draw a direct parallel with my first experience. All through being touched inappropriately in ways I did NOT want, did NOT consent to, and was physically struggling to get away from, I was told over and over "I told you I fancied you, just give me one kiss, just one kiss, come on."

Celia’s Story: I am not a Soldier

Celia’s Story: I am not a Soldier

I have a disease that belongs to those of war, to those who’ve seen the blood spilled over a hill that everyone wants. A strategically placed mound of dirt, now covered in blood, a hill that will turn the course

Michelle is no longer the victim: Stopping the Cycle

Michelle is no longer the victim: Stopping the Cycle

Assault 1. My cousin took me to “see the bunnies” when I was 4. He showed me his penis and instructed me to touch and lick it. I cried no, and have no memory after. The family kept it a

Richard Matheson’s Story: Groomed by older man

Richard Matheson’s Story: Groomed by older man

I sat down and he walked over to the television and put on a porn video and asked if I was ok with it and I said yes so he left me there while he went to fix us a drink.as I sat there watching his TV he came in and sat next to me and handed me a glass of gin which I soon gulped down then he started talking about sex and by this time I was real drunk and that's when it all changed as he pinned me down on the sofa and started kissing me

Kirsty’s Story: The Aftermath

Kirsty’s Story: The Aftermath

Dark hair, looked a bit like Skylar (I think that’s his name – I could look it up on imdb but I’m trying to keep writing before I get bogged down in emotion) from Heroes, those are the only physical

Anonymous’ Story: I Wasn’t Even Drunk

Anonymous’ Story: I Wasn’t Even Drunk

I’ve seen all the controversy towards rape & just wanted to share my story. Mine wasn’t horrific, but it made me think. Heading for a night out, and I had been ‘pre-drinking’ with friends but wasn’t too drunk, just a

V.A’s Story: I Lost My Mind then I Lost My Body

V.A’s Story: I Lost My Mind then I Lost My Body

November 29th It was a dark rainy day. I was giving a speech. one i thought it’ll never chance me. Things will be the same. something happened. I felt odd after. A sort blood rush. I was kissed by a

College Student’s Story: Broken and Hurt

College Student’s Story: Broken and Hurt

I am a sophomore in college and at the beginning of the year my friends and I decided to go out to the clubs to celebrate one of my friend’s birthdays. I was dancing and having a good time when

Bee’s Story: You Ruined My Life

Bee’s Story: You Ruined My Life

I spent a good hour just standing there, not thinking about a damn thing. I remember checking myself. I felt myself down there, and I felt wrong. I was disgusted in myself. How could I let him do that to me?

Jean-Paul Bédard’s Story: A Culture of Silence

You’re dirty. You’re disgusting. No one is going to want you now. It’s your fault. You shouldn’t have been there in the first place. You’re an idiot. Why didn’t you fight back? Maybe it wasn’t as bad as you think. Whatever you do, don’t tell anyone what happened.

Anonymous Poem: The Decision Before the Decision

Anonymous Poem: The Decision Before the Decision

a good friend
would have
asked questions
are you okay?
what happened?

Anonymous Story: And It’s My Own Damn Fault

Anonymous Story: And It’s My Own Damn Fault

So I immediately got off of him and said I didn't want to have sex. I'm pretty sure I even apologized. I said it multiple times because he incessantly argued with me. Something about that I HAD to let him. I had to let him finish. I couldn't be a tease. I kept saying no! I can't. I don't want to. No. Sorry. No. The more he argued the more afraid I felt, and the more rapidly I started fading. Then I told him that I really needed to sleep. I was about to pass out I physically can't. No. In my mind I reasoned that it all would be over then. When I passed out he'd realize it wasn't happening and he'd leave.

Joy Ward’s Story: Broken Bottles

Joy Ward’s Story: Broken Bottles

This is my story –of a 13-year-old victim who reported to the police in 1956. Ancient history? Perhaps, but it may give some insight into why victims don't report and the surreal experience of doing so. That said, I firmly believe that victims should speak out and identify themselves. It is not their shame! Not publishing names "in order to protect the victim" implies that somehow it is the victim's shame. Rapists are the ones who deserve to be identified and shamed.