Abigail’s Story: I hope he was drunk
[J] I hope you’re happy with what you caused. I was only a preteen when you started and I can’t
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Anonymous Story: The History of the girl
Once upon a time she was a little baby 4 year old girl, we were with my Mother visit to
Madeline’s story: A Letter to Me
Dear Maddy, It’s okay that you get sad sometimes. It’s okay to cry and to be angry about it. You’re
Anonymous Story: He Said he Wanted to Marry Me
He said he wanted to marry me. I believed him. I wanted to marry him, too. He was my true
Mary’s Story: #MeToo
I wrote this blog post when the “Me Too” movement went viral in 2017. I so badly wanted to hit
Sabah*’s Story: The Day Her Childhood Ended
While writing this my hands are trembling . As I know I am about to relive the worst day of
Gabby’s Story: in the blink of an eye
I am 16 years old. It happened at a music festival. And I was alone. I was walking through an
Jane’s Poetry: When the Mouth Can’t Speak the Body Will
BEFORE THE BURNING OF FALL LEAVES Two years after Father’s release from Mauthausen [A] and I are born in the
Nameless Story: “It’s not your fault.”
For the first 11 years of my life, I was raised and groomed as a sex toy, mostly for my
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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.
989 days, 3 hours, 18 minutes, and 47 seconds later
To the small town, liberal arts college quarterback that sexually assaulted me, It’s been 989 days, 3 hours, 18 minutes,
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.