The one thing that you will find in this process is your voice. It is quite possibly the only thing that you have left after you have been torn apart from everything else. Do not be silenced. Not for you, but for other victims who are looking to you for some reason to keep going.
I began self harming at the age of 15 and lost a lot of weight. He began to see me less and eventually it just never happened again. I never told a single person until a couple of years ago and a friend persuaded me to go to the police.
I took to googling things such as 'is it rape if she's drunk?' in order to make myself feel less alone, less like a fraud. I thought I was a fraud. Surely I was asking for it? I mean, I'd let him kiss me. I'd let him take me down to the car park.
After a bit of that he took the pillow off my face and I just walked out of the room like nothing happened, I didn't tell anyone, didn't even think about it until I was older. We "played the game" about once a week for a while then I guess he grew up and just stopped.
I pushed and hit him but it was no use, he was stronger. I kept screaming 'No' and 'Stop' but he didn't. He went on to cover my mouth with his left hand.
Plz someone tell me how to escape, I know there's resource but the system has failed me. I don't want my two daughters to ever go through this.
I was busy working on a project when he stopped by my cubicle to chit chat. Everything was fine. It was our usual banter. Then he made a flirty comment and I jokingly said something back. He then attacked my mouth.
I want to tell and cry my eyes out to my sister, but if I do then I won't be able to afford college without my dad. I'm waiting on him to change so i won't have to worry about getting pregnant anymore.
It's been a while since this happened and I haven't really told anyone about this, I realise now that I should've gotten help sooner. I was confused, very young when this happened. It's quite scary and shocking at the age I was, only eleven and something like this was happening to me.
Once the lil girl confronted her abuser . she finally realized that she wasn't a lil girl anymore, but has become one of the strongest lady's I know.
I lay in that cold closet. Alone. The darkness comforts me for some reason, it's funny. I felt tears dry on my face, and blood was all over my legs and upper thighs. "I was just raped by a teacher" I thought that retched day.
He asked me if I wanted some beer or lemonade. I said beer, trying to impress him. I drank a large bottle of beer and I felt fine. It was around 7 p.m and a lot of people had already left. He and I were getting touchy feely and he told me he wanted to tell me something. He held my hand and led me to his room. I sat on his bed and he told me that I was really hot and that he really liked me.
I like to think I’m 95% recovered from PTSD. At my worst, I was afraid to leave my house. It took pep talks and bribery to get me out the door, even to go to the grocery store. Panic attacks
Bogotá D.C, 29th March 2015 First Secretary of Indian Embassy in Colombia Dear Sir, My name is __________ __________. I am contacting to you to let you know a very difficult situation that I lived in your country. The last
To this day, not one person has actually believed me. I was making it up for attention. I was lying. I was a woman.
Once he finally left town, I thought I'd be safe, but now he's going to be a doctor, and I can't stand it. I can't stand that he gets to ruin me and then become a doctor and have a normal life.
I watched the documentary Audrie and Daisy today. It hit me like a ton of bricks. When I heard their stories and watched their tears fall I knew exactly how they felt. I was them. I am them. When I was 17 I was raped.
Im already crying and wish I would have just died. I try to be the strong funny girl but i'm broken. I feel like anything I do I can't get that day out of my head.
It is March 2nd 2017 and today the news is filled with the story of an intoxicated and unconscious woman who was raped by a cab driver in Halifax, Canada. The rape was witnessed by a police officer. Yet the Judge still acquitted the rapist. I am angry every time I hear of cases where rapists get away and victim blaming is rampant. This one, however, hit home. The situation is so much like mine.
I want you to know how helpless, frightened, and violated I felt both of the times you raped me.
I shouldn't have let a guy buy me drinks. I shouldn't have agreed to a hug. I shouldn't have let that happen. Why did I laugh? Why didn't I leave. Why didn't I tell anyone? Why can't I sleep? Why me? I wasn't alone and I stayed with my friends. Everyone just acted like this was okay.
I was barely 12 At the moment and to every girls horror I was sexually abused, molestaed and raped by a foreigner (Trekker) near my home. That painful touch his horondous smile and his forceful ways is still crystal clear. I was raped by being lured for a packet of chocolates and notebooks.
For the longest time I had a regret and blamed myself. I didn't realize until now that I couldn't have done anything differently besides for being more careful of what I drank. I realized it wasn't my fault.