Four Years Later – Here I Am
Four years ago tonight, I was fighting for my life. Last year I wrote a reflection piece, and I wanted to do another one to see how far I’ve come. Approaching The Date This year I didn’t dread the date as
Sara’s Story: I don’t know what to think
I guess I'm still confused on if it was rape or not. I don't want to say this was rape because there are people out there who raped by others who physically hurt them and forced themselves on them. I don't consider myself a true victim of rape because I'm not a survivor.. there were moments I was scared of what the guy would do but I didn't cry out fear or have to scream for help.
Dez V’s Story: I was assaulted by my best friend…
I took a shower, wanting to get rid of the evidence of the day. I knew I should call the police, but after going through filing charges as a kid against an adult who molested me, I knew what the process was like and I didn't want to go through it again.
Anonymous Story: Tinder Date Worst Nightmare
I want to write down this story in order to help me move on. Ever since it happened I keep going back and thinking about what happened and how I could have stopped it from happening. It was the worst
The No One Told Me Series: Eye Contact
No one told me that after I shared my story, people wouldn’t be able to look me in the eye. They would look just past my shoulder, or down at their shoes, or duck to avoid me. They would mumble
Anonymous’ Story: Reminders of an Untold Story
I caught a whiff of cigarette breath and a flash of a memory from what seems like ages ago. It’s gotten to a point where I accept it. As soon as I think it’s finally gone I hear a familiar