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Rebecca’s Story: what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger

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?

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

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Anonymous Story: I wish I could remember how it happened.

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

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Anonymous Poem: I See Him in the News from Time to Time

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

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Brittney’s Story: forgiving the unforgivable

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

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Anonymous Story: “Danny” my friend

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.

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Beck’s Story: He reminds that night as well as I do

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

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Rose Dube’s Story: A VOICE, NOT AN ECHO

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.

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Acceptance – No Justice

Acceptance – No Justice

** Trigger warning** I have been dealing with my attack for over two years now and it feels insane to

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Me Too: A Poem

Me Too: A Poem

For the girl on the bus using her headphones to drown out the advancements of the man as well as

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Me Too

Me Too

I’m crying for all my friends and family, and perfect strangers, who are bravely standing up to say “me too”

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She took my advice, and for that I am ashamed.

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.

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Follow up to a Story: There is no perfect healing

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. 

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