Rebecca’s Story: what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger
I was born into a Christian family with 8 kids. 6 years old- my brother who is 6 years older
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Chloe’s Story: was i asking for it?
I am 16 years old and I was sexually assaulted. He was my friend, or at least that’s what I
Anonymous Story: I wish I could remember how it happened.
I was going out to a party with my friends and I saw two guys who I knew from my
Anonymous Poem: I See Him in the News from Time to Time
Honestly I am afraid to even tell this, afraid he has access somehow to this and will know that I
Brittney’s Story: forgiving the unforgivable
I’ll never forgive you. I always felt like an outcast. A young girl with social anxiety, afraid to speak. Any
Haley’s Story: He laughed at rape and the abuse he inflicted on women. He enjoyed dehumanizing and tearing women down.
Hello, This is my story, and I want people to hear it and understand the gravity of how
Anonymous Story: “Danny” my friend
Okay hello, i’m here to talk about my story. I haven’t told many people. I feel really alone and worthless.
Beck’s Story: He reminds that night as well as I do
I was 16 ,two months before 17, and I knew him since I was 13 It was night . I
Rose Dube’s Story: A VOICE, NOT AN ECHO
Hello, my name is Rose Dube, 23-year-old aspiring Entrepreneur, 2020 Medical Microbiology Masters Candidate at the University of Pretoria, Allan
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Turn the Pain into Power.
2017 has been a rollercoaster of a year with so many disturbing events have unfolded resulting in amazing events occurring.
Acceptance – No Justice
** Trigger warning** I have been dealing with my attack for over two years now and it feels insane to
Me Too: A Poem
For the girl on the bus using her headphones to drown out the advancements of the man as well as
Me Too
I’m crying for all my friends and family, and perfect strangers, who are bravely standing up to say “me too”
She took my advice, and for that I am ashamed.
She told me what happened and that she was thinking of reporting the man who was harassing her. I believed her, and I told her so. I gave her the names of some people at the firm who had been supportive of me.
And I told her not to report it.
I told her it was pointless, that the firm would not support her and the only outcome would be a damaged career.
She took my advice, and for that I am ashamed.
Follow up to a Story: There is no perfect healing
I always imagined trauma was like being followed. Every once in a while you'll pull far enough ahead of the lights, just to see them catch up again. Except in this case, I feel that when it's really close, I'm splayed out on the pavement, the high beams blinding me with those gnarly details again.