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

Jill E Waz’s Story: Didn’t want him to think I owed him anything

Jill E Waz’s Story: Didn’t want him to think I owed him anything

Wore plain jeans, bulky sweater, hiking boots, drove myself, payed for my own meal because I didn't want him to feel like I owed him anything.

Ten Years On. Taking Action.

Ten years has gone by and I can remember the assault like it was yesterday. There was a time in the ten years that passed that it was easier to dwell on the event, let it consume me and let

Anonymous Story: Raped in my Sleep by my High School Sweetheart

Anonymous Story: Raped in my Sleep by my High School Sweetheart

He went back to sleep when he was done. We never talked about it-we continued dating for another year. I didn't know it was rape until recently. It was just an awful image that stuck inside my head- something I tried to ignore.

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.

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

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.