Anonymous Story: Only 7 Years Old

Anonymous Story: Only 7 Years Old

Im already crying and wish I would have just died. I try to be the strong funny girl but i'm broken. I feel like anything I do I can't get that day out of my head.

Anonymous Story: As sailors always say, if you report being assaulted, you’re lying

Anonymous Story: As sailors always say, if you report being assaulted, you’re lying

I shouldn't have let a guy buy me drinks. I shouldn't have agreed to a hug. I shouldn't have let that happen. Why did I laugh? Why didn't I leave. Why didn't I tell anyone? Why can't I sleep? Why me? I wasn't alone and I stayed with my friends. Everyone just acted like this was okay.

རྒྱ་མཚོ’s Story: As a Himalayan Child

རྒྱ་མཚོ’s Story: As a Himalayan Child

I was barely 12 At the moment and to every girls horror I was sexually abused, molestaed and raped by a foreigner (Trekker) near my home. That painful touch his horondous smile and his forceful ways is still crystal clear. I was raped by being lured for a packet of chocolates and notebooks.

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 Jenkins’s Story: Long Distance Abuse is Still Abuse

Back in June of 2015, I entered a relationship with someone over the internet. This wasn’t my first long-distance relationship, so I was very aware of what I was getting into distance-wise. This person came off as really funny, charming,

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.

Anonymous Story: A Memory I Want to Erase

Anonymous Story: A Memory I Want to Erase

I will point out I am a boy age 17. This happened about 6 months ago when I was 16 by my 13 year old sister. I was always the more timid one and she was more aggressive. She calls

Julia’s Story: Family Abuse

Julia’s Story: Family Abuse

I don’t want to have to tell people and feel their judging eyes stare at me while I talk, and I feel guilty that I wasn’t held at gun point against my will. I feel like I could have stopped it at any time and I didn’t so that makes me just as wrong. I know thats not true I really do and if someone else told me their story and it matched mine word for word I would tell them over and over it wasn't their fault and that should have never happened to you, you have no reason to feel ashamed and I would truly believe it.

Wife’s Story: My Husband, My Rapist

Wife’s Story: My Husband, My Rapist

It happen with my kids in the next room; he grabbed me and pulled me by my arms .My head hitting the floor I was dragged into the closet.He then pulled his pants down put his penis in my mouth

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.

Beth’s Story: My Cousin Abused Me

Beth’s Story: My Cousin Abused Me

I just need someone to understand, someone to give me the love that, I might deserve. I hide my dark thoughts through my personality, a bubbly, silly, larger than life character, who is also shy, and modest. I hide. How do I carry on? How do I find someone who understands? How do I learn to love? How do I gain self belief?

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.

Jacque’s Story: One Night Destroyed our Marriage

Jacque’s Story: One Night Destroyed our Marriage

We went out with friends, and we both had been drinking. I was really tired and went straight to bed when we got home about 3 am. She was not having it. She pulled off my jeans and I was

Anonymous Story: My Brother

Anonymous Story: My Brother

I am a man, this has haunted my thoughts my entire life. When I was young my older brother use to have sex with me by having me rub his penis or he use to have sex with me why

Fay’s Story: Was I Raped?

Fay’s Story: Was I Raped?

I was in the end of an abusive relationship and I’m not sure if I can consider this rape so I’m curious. I feel like I need to know. I don’t even remember what started this particular fight but we

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

Jessica’s Story: Once Upon a Time

Jessica’s Story: Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time, there was a girl who experienced her first sexual orgasm. That girl was me, Jessica. It all happened one day around 1997 when my older half sister asked if she could perform a lewd sex act

Anonymous Story: They took a piece of me that I will never get back

Anonymous Story: They took a piece of me that I will never get back

I was only 15 at the time and I’ve still been unable to tell anyone this. I was invited to a “party” with my then boyfriend and his friends. When we got to his friends house, no one was there

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

Louise’s Story: He was jealous of my new friendship

Louise’s Story: He was jealous of my new friendship

If this becomes long, sorry! So April/May 2016, thanks to a newspaper article I get back in touch with an old friend. He asks me if I’m happy in the relationship I am currently in with my partner, I admit

Catherine’s Story: I was only 7

Catherine’s Story: I was only 7

I am 14 now, and i have severve PTSD, i can hardly sleep at night and im disgusted with myself. I'm constantly terrified he'll come back, he knows where I live, and hes a family member. My mother trusts him more than my older brother and would make me go places with him if he came back

Lauren’s Story: We Deserve Better

Lauren’s Story: We Deserve Better

The most important thing I have learned is that sex doesn’t need to be scary or forced or painful or hurtful or upsetting, and those are the only words I could have used to describe it when I was with A. I want other women to know that someone being your boyfriend does not give them a free pass to do whatever they want. It might seem like an obvious thing to lots of people, but I think when you’re in the middle of something like that, it feels very complicated.

Danielle’s Story

Danielle’s Story

Then, while I was dancing with my back turned toward the male student, he reached around me without warning and put his hand down the front of my pants and inside my underwear. I immediately pushed his arm away to get his hand out of my pants and continued dancing as if nothing was wrong. I was so embarrassed but felt utterly dirty and helpless.

Alana’s Story: Raped by Stepdad

Alana’s Story: Raped by Stepdad

Its just really hard and I can't belive I'm actually writing about it. Every time after it happened I would feel ashamed I hated myself for what I was forced to so and could never look at myself the same way. I lost all my innocence.

Lou’s Story: Someone I Trusted

Lou’s Story: Someone I Trusted

If I was placed in a room with him, I wouldn't be scared. I can deal with him, I can put up with him. The thing that would scare me, would be myself. I don't think that I could sit there, while he is blissfully unaware of the immense pain he has released inside me, like a drug, however with the opposite effect; a drug that hasn't left my body since that night.

Anonymous Story: It Would Tear my Family Apart

Anonymous Story: It Would Tear my Family Apart

Then, his cousin would tell him what else to do to me. I've always wondered if his cousin abused him. It went on for about two years. I always thought that if I told anyone, people would believe him because he was younger.

Chywayita’s Story: The Year was 2004

Chywayita’s Story: The Year was 2004

12years later,i cry. I cry for 12 year old me,she deserved better,she did not deserve what happened to her. I marvel at how strong that 12year old girl was,how beautiful she was,how beautiful she still is & i hope that one day,she finds healing.

Rebecca’s Story: My story of abuse and aftermath

Rebecca’s Story: My story of abuse and aftermath

I have a lot of problems, trust is the biggest one, I am always scared of being hurt again, but I am slowly working my way back to the person I used to be, the one who was stolen and locked away but is slowly reemerging, I will make it.

Gianna’s Story: Still There

Gianna’s Story: Still There

i only really tried to stop him for a solid 3 minutes and then just laid there and waited for him to be done so i can leave.

Autumn Latour’s Story: It had to be the people

Autumn Latour’s Story: It had to be the people

I am a survivor. I am 14 years old right now. When I was getting abused I was 8 years old. I was sexually assaulted two different ways by two different men. Well here is my story…

Tay’s Story: A letter to you

Tay’s Story: A letter to you

So i don't blame you I blame myself. I blame myself for letting you touch my body for letting you lead me back to a tent that I once stayed in as a camper. That i once stayed in as a ten year old little girl so excited for the day when she has her first kiss and excited for when she starts high school. Excited for the world to see who she really is.

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: Sexual assault is no joke, trust me.

Anonymous Story: Sexual assault is no joke, trust me.

At that moment in time I didn't even care about what had just happened to me because I was just so focused on trying to help my friend, trying all I could to wake her up but I couldn't move. It was like I was in a room full of people and I was screaming but no one could hear me.

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

Sara’s Story: There is no “Grey Area”

Sara’s Story: There is no “Grey Area”

I know now that I am no longer alone. Yes, this is still very much an uphill battle, but I don’t want to hide anymore. I shouldn't be ashamed of what happened to me because it wasn't my fault. There is this idea about a grey area when it comes to consent and alcohol. There is no grey area, if someone is unconscious, or not in there right state of mind this is NOT consent. Unless someone gives you full consent to proceed, you don’t.

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

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

Wildebeest’s Story: 30 Years

Wildebeest’s Story: 30 Years

I again sat alone in a waiting room– this time waiting for the "advocate" who was assigned to my case. She came in and was angry. She kept asking me questions I didn't want to answer. She asked me how he undressed me and I didn't want to tell her that I took off my own clothes, so I told her that he did it. She said that proved I was lying. She said that I should still be playing with dolls. She complained that she had been sleeping when the hospital called her in . She sent me to get an exam.

Lucy’s Story: I thought he would fix me

Lucy’s Story: I thought he would fix me

I dont like the label 'survivor of domestic abuse'. I dont think that just because i didnt die that i survived at all. Parts of me that once were great are now gone. The person that i was no longer exists. The person i could of been will never exist. They say that you wouldnt be who you are today without the things that happen to you, good or bad. The saddest part of that is that i agree, i just know im not the person i was supposed to be anymore.

Anonymous Story: My freshman nightmare

Anonymous Story: My freshman nightmare

Later, I would think I should have fought him harder. I should have said no repeatedly until he got the message. I should have told him to leave. But in the moment, I just wanted it to be done already.