Anonymous Story: A Plane Crash
I can still hear their heavy breath on my neck the huge hands holding me down. I still have nightmares sometimes knowing they're still out there.
I can still hear their heavy breath on my neck the huge hands holding me down. I still have nightmares sometimes knowing they're still out there.
I was in so much pain.
I didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t know who to call.
I felt so worthless,
So unwanted,
And so hurt,
I am delighted to welcome Samantha McCoy to the WYR team! Samantha’s story is one that is I am learning is increasingly common: she was assaulted by a police officer. As this receives more coverage in the media, we also start to receive more
I went through the worst experience of my life and it took many, many things from me. It took my happiness for over a year, I lost my salaried job, I lost my apartment, I wasn't able to attend classes regularly, I didn't want to leave bed… everything reminded me of what happened and I feared running into him or his friends.
I was scared and screamed "Rape". But no one was home that day. And he got really mad. I got even more scared. I never said no to him again. I was scared. So so scared.
Most people enjoy highschool, its hanging out with friends, and partys and not alot of worries, but for me , it was a living hell.
Rape isn’t always what you think it should be. Rape isn’t always dramatic, or always violent. When I was raped, I didn’t even really think to call it that at first. I wasn’t consenting. I didn’t want it to happen. I knew that much. But rape? Rape is loud. Rape is bloody. Rape is jarring. Or so I thought.
New souls cross its threshold every season
Every one of them beautifully armorless
This symbolic place is full of my deception
University, your education is priceless
Here I am 21, years old, I still remember every horrible moment every day even when I wish I can't. I'm not completely sure if it's the reason why but I think all of this has made me severely depressed, some years it wasn't so bad, other years I was I black hole. I felt nothing, I still feel nothing,
I thought this was going to be the start of something great. High school was going to be great! This ended up being the worst night of my life and little did I know it would stay with me forever.
I’ve always wondered why you thought it was okay to do the things.. the horrible things you’ve done to me. Maybe not even just me to other girls that thought you were different. I still remember that day clear as
He started grooming me with tickle games which quickly turned in to him touching me in inappropriate places.
I told him no, I wasn't ready. I had just turned 15, a freshman in high school. But he didn't listen to me. He did it anyway.
I was clear about my boundaries since day one. You later told me you saw it as a challenge. Well, I see it as sexual assault. Not once did you ask for consent.
It was a cold November night. I had heard of a party nearby. I decided to go. I drank way more than I was used to. I got into a fight with my boyfriend. I turned to my good friend
This was the second time I'd been raped. I'd been using sex as a coping mechanism to deal with my feelings from being raped the first time.
He asked me if I loved him and I didn't want to be mean so I said yes.
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