Larissa’s Story: Me Too
I was four years old when I met ‘Mr. Helmethead’. I enjoyed playing with him, it was fun; he was a mini construction worker. He was my stepfather’s penis. He would make me jack his penis for him. My mother
Cassidy’s Story: More Than Once
It started when I was 4 years old, too young to know much about the world. He was 12. He was someone I looked up to, someone I loved and thought could never do me wrong. He was my older
Anonymous Story: An Open Letter to My Mother
An open letter to my mother. My earliest memories of you were when you were changing my diaper. When I asked about how old we were when we moved from the house you said 10 months. The memory plays without
Anonymous Story: How Do I Cope?
So where do I begin?? Sorry it’s kind of long but here it goes…. Well I’ll start by saying that I was sexually assaulted 2x and sexually harassed . The first time is when I was in high school and
Anonymous Story: A Quick Rundown of My Life: A Messy Essay
Warning:- long. I guess I’m just inanely babbling into the void here, which does help, just getting all your thoughts out. This is a very watered down essay of my stupidly complex life. I feel as though I should make
Anonymous Story: Broken
I’m not going to share EVERY memory of abuse with you… I would be here for a very long time writing… It is just an estimate (but I’m definitely “low balling” the number of times instead of over reaching) I
Anonymous Story: Why Me?
I am watching ‘Surviving R. Kelly’ and am now on Episode 3 and cannot stop crying….so close to home. I don’t speak of it, not ever with family and at the age of 45, I sadly only have but one
Anonymous Story: Me Too
I was sexually abused by my stepfather. My mother met him when I was two years old I remember nothing from my childhood before the 7th grade. I told my mother what happened I don’t know if she ever believed
Anonymous Story: Afterthoughts
I am not sure what it is that holds me back from writing. For so long, writing has come easily to me. Maybe it wasn’t always fluid or grammatically correct, but it was simple and not forced. Lately, it has
Anonymous Story: Don’t Know If It’s a Big Deal Or Not
I was not raped. I dont know what it is. Disrespected mainly. But it still hurts a lot as if I did get raped. My stepdad started little by little. He would lightly put his hand on my butt around
Anonymous Story: Raped By Alabama Volunteer Firefighter of the Year
What to do? I ask myself… going on 3hrs now…going on 3+yrs now. So much pain, so much heart ache, so much fear…I thought he was my friend, to say the least…I was always his…so I sit here with my
Cathy’s Story: Travel Is Not As Fun Anymore
Just another sad story on how poorly large companies treat customers. This time it is Airline – On Oct 5/2017 I flew home after a great trip to Ireland. The flight was long and stressful after the guy behind me
Anonymous Story: Me Too
I am an incest survivor, no beating around the bush. I grew up thinking that all females were to offer sexual services to any man who is interested. It was a small Pennsylvania dutch countryside, with a farm, chickens, cows,
Eileen’s Story: A Victim For Too Long
In 1986, a month before I was married, I was assaulted (there is a police report) in the building where I worked in Bethesda, Maryland. This experience put a strain on our marriage as newlyweds. I lost my job three
Anonymous Story: Me Too
When the darkness is all that’s surrounding you, and you are too scared to go to sleep with the light off. I hold my pepper spray as if it will protect me from my thoughts. My mind is a mess
Anonymous Story: My Wonderful Boyfriend
Someone close to me tells me to speak my truth, and never stop speaking my truth. So here goes 2 years ago I was sexually assulted so bad I needed surgery to correct the wounds inflicted on me. It was
Angela’s STORY: I Am Not My Past
I often felt my story wasn’t worth sharing; others have had it so much worse than I. However, I have come to learn this is a common train of thought among survivors and those battling depression and anxiety like myself.
Danny’s Story: A Fourth Day I Wish I Could Forget (reprise)
So, I posted on here once before; back then, my post was titled “Three Days They Probably Won’t Remember, And That I Wish I Could Forget.” Now, I have a fourth story to add. To recap what the last three
Alanis’ Story: He Told Me I Deserved It
It was a month after my 16th birthday and I had this boyfriend who I had been dating for a few weeks. He was nice to start with but then he got with this group of friends and he started
Jess’ Story: Delayed Reaction and Unraveling
I was on an overseas adventure with a male friend. We were jetlagged after 32hrs in transit and were just going for one drink before having an early night. One drink turned in to many drinks at a fun, relaxed,
Victim Shaming: SVU’s Detective Benson and Tutuola vs. Real NYPD Detectives
Along with millions of avid viewers, I’ve been a fan of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit for almost 20 years. The compassion these characters have for victims of sexual assault is unparalleled to the strong burden of shame and
Sheila’s Story: Dinner DATE
After I got divorced in 1990 I drank real heavily, and hung out in bars, looking for love in all the wrong places. One guy who I had chatted with a few times, invited me over for “dinner”. He was
Elyana’s Story: Believing My Body
This will be the first telling of the story, my story. The story my body will remember through my fingertips and the thick folds of my brain, my lips as I speak it. My body remembers. I get lost in
Anonymous Story: Fitting In & Guilt
Because of what happened recently, I’m filled with hurt and anger with Kavanaugh’s case. From the beginning… I was in 5th grade, at my elementary school. I got bullied a lot, I was never noticed. Girls would tell me my
Anonymous Story: Victim’s Syndrome
Victims Syndrome I am the mother of a brutally raped victim. I am 54, she is 22 and was not experienced in dealing with manipulative men. Upon learning all the details of this horrendous ongoing event in my own home,
Anonymous Story: Run of the Mill Sexual Assault..Oh, and a Rape
If you had asked me a year ago if I had been sexually assaulted or raped, I probably would’ve said no. Mine isn’t a case of extreme guilt or shame. It’s one of simply not having the language to think
Katie’s Story: KU Football Players Play More Than Just Football
I was gang raped by six University of Kansas football players in November 1998. When I was leaving my friend’s apartment on the sixth floor, I exited the elevator, and there was D, from Austin, TX. D was someone I
Nikki’s Story: It’s What You Wanted
Ive always been one to fall to hard and too fast for a guy, when i care about someone i care deeply even when i see the red flags. That’s the funny part about life though, sometimes you see the
Helen’s story: A Story Never Told
I can’t remember when it started. The first memory dates back to when I was 6 or 7 years old. I was the youngest child at that time and the only daughter. I was getting ready for bed and my
My Story: It Wasn’t Illegal Then
Why didn’t I report it? “Will I lose my job if I say no?” I asked. “I can’t help you,” replied the Vice President of Human Resources. It was sometime in the early 1980’s – I’m guessing about 1982 or
Anonymous Story: Me Too
“Perfect hindsight” is the best discription I can offer at 65 yo about past sexual abuse, assault & mental oppression suffered at the whim of men who apparently target girls, women that carry a lifelong supressed psycological humiliation even if
Brigitte’s Story: It Was 40 Years Ago
To be honest, I’m really not sure if my story(ies) qualify. I know what happened was wrong. But, when I read and hear all of the multitude of stories that have happened to other women, I say to myself “well,
Vanessa’s Story: Just Another Notch In His Belt
7 years ago I was 19 and falling for a marine. We had been talking for a couple of weeks and trying to get to know each other or I thought I was. He seemed like a great guy, had
Anonymous Story: I Remember. I Am Not Mixed-Up
hi. My name is Joy. Not my birth name. But the name I give myself. It’s how I reclaim me from the degradation and shame of assault and abuse. It started when I was a little girl about 7. He
Anonymous Story: Royal Oak Princess
#MeToo. Ever since Trump announced his presidency and then won. My nightmares started again, have to go to the closet or in shower and cry. Secrets, Secrets, Secrets. Been abused since I was five years old then my half-brother then