Anonymous Story: Unsure What to Call This
But still, I feel like it was my fault. I shouldn't have got that drunk. I shouldn't have kissed him. And at the same time, I feel like maybe I'm just making a big deal out of nothing.
But still, I feel like it was my fault. I shouldn't have got that drunk. I shouldn't have kissed him. And at the same time, I feel like maybe I'm just making a big deal out of nothing.
When we left I remember what he said "Let's just forget we ever did that ok? Neither of us can tell anyone" I agreed & went on with my life.. it never happened again…
I wasn't a person to him, I was a doll, a sex toy. I meant nothing to him. He had sex with me as I stared at the ceiling and tried not to cry.
When I was 16, someone I loved and trusted violated me in the most degrading way possible. I still find the word hard to say, still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Rape. He raped me. For myriad reasons,
What happened still affects me, and truthfully, it always will. I need you to know what you did was not ok. I wrote this because it was the easiest way for me to address the situation. I honestly just needed you to know what you did to me, how wrong you were, and the impact it has had."
In May of this year I was raped. I always thought it was not possible for me to be raped. Not because I was strong, but because my boyfriend, Allan (*All names in this story have been changed), was always
I’m not really sure how to start this because it is something I have wanted to write about and share for a while. It is also something that scares me shitless. I think I’m going to have to start with
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’m sure neither of you have noticed the lack of access you have to my social media as I have blocked you on all of it. I am a part of your past now,
I currently consider myself well into my recovery journey. This is a far away place from where I was emotionally and mentally 5 years ago and really even one year ago when I started more intensive therapy. I had never
they say oh girls it’s the way that they dress gets them raped the way that they act the way that they talk to people they talk to they say it’s with all girls it just depends on how they
I’ve always heard of people being raped, and always felt so bad when I would hear stories, but I never actually truly understood the feeling of being raped until the day it happened to me. It was like any other
I was 14 and I had just broken up with my boyfriend and I knew that this older 18 year old boy wanted to have sex with me. I was mad at my boyfriend, well ex, and wanted to get
I don’t know where to begin. There is so much to say. As i even think about letting my fingers type my thoughts, Im growing to become more tense and more scared. There is so much that i want to
Know this happened at the Pennsylvania State University, at the frat DKE. I was 18 years old. —————————————————————————————————————————————————— Nail biting. A nasty nervous habit I have had since I can remember. I guess you could say I am a nervous
Hi, my name is Erica. On November 4th, 2008, the day the results of the presidential election were announced, I was sexually assaulted. It was a Tuesday night. Myself and a couple of friends were at “The Irish Times,” across
There are days when I still feel his hands on me, but I decided long time back that this monster will not dominate my life. He will not do anything to me anymore because I will not allow it.
My Life Story That Changed Me I have a story that I like to share with you because in same ways its helping me to let go and if you are going through or went though the same experience it
I remember years ago thinking people who could forgive a monster capable of harm, an abuser, rapist, a bad person– they must be nuts. I could not fathom even the thought. Forgiveness was a swear word. Now, I’m feeling a
I felt so lifeless. I was stareing at the ceiling and i was so scared. i was in so much pain. with my hands i crumbled the sheet. in that moment i felt like i died, I couldn't do nothing.
I was 14 years old boy at time when I was sexually assaulted. I was living in the Middle East at the time. My rapist offered a ride and i accepted it.
She had told me not to go, I couldn't let her be right, right? Now here I am, 6 months later, admitting that I was sexually assaulted that night.
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