Anonymous Story: Blind Date Nightmare
About 6 years ago I was working for a Hospital in the ER and was set up with a blind date with a paramedic named C. At first he was nice and seemed normal but then became very obsessive and
About 6 years ago I was working for a Hospital in the ER and was set up with a blind date with a paramedic named C. At first he was nice and seemed normal but then became very obsessive and
I was molested in a religious setting. I was enticed away from my husband by a monk who is in a position of power in a non-profit Hindu institution. He is a monk who comes from India every year to
It all started in a place I thought I would be safe. I was reluctant in telling my story and I replayed these beliefs in my mind “No one believed me when I tried to report the issues, so what’s
I don’t know where i should write this, but i want people to know the effects of PTSD after sexual agression. I have not found yet how to heal from it. I had two major events and a lot of
It was one of those suffocating, hot Delaware days in mid-July. You know the type of weather I am talking about. So humid that it felt like you were inhaling steam instead of air when you tried to take a
I remember telling myself to think about the Ocean. When difficult moments came up in my life, I would always remind myself to think about the Ocean. I would try and picture that I was sitting by the water. Calm,
Hello my name is Linda , I have always considered myself to be strong and worthy of respect. But that all changed on November 24, 2018. I had returned home after working out of town. As a nurse of 25
Hello, I would like to tell my story….on a national level. This is my very first time ever sharing this publicly online and I think I am going to create a face book page for my story or something. I
My name is Vanessa Morbeck. I served in the United States Army from 2012 to 2016. In my four years of active duty service I encountered 15 cases of sexual assault/harassment/rape/gang rape and then retaliation for reporting. That cost me
Confidence, Strength, and Courage By Anthony Rivers 2/20/2019 One thing I have learned to do well is to present my life in a way that shows confidence, strength, and courage. I wake up every day and go to work like
I finally feel after eight months I can share my story and hopefully I can help other survivors in a similar situation as mine. I was a country girl, raised in the woods and almost always on horseback. I wanted
April 28th 2018. My husband had to work out of town for a week and I hate being home alone at night and I am terrified of being alone during storms. I huge storm was coming in that night so
As I am going through my process of trying to heal I realize I may have a story to tell. It begins almost 20 years ago in December of 1999. I was 16 years old and a local business owners
Dear Victims, supporters I’m Arabic male 27 Yrs Old (at that time), and I’m .. Depressed, my story started when I was 3 I got raped by my neighbor ..like regularly and when I was 7 we moved out, and
I was sick He made me come over to his house instead of me coming over Didn’t pay attention to me while I was there was just on his video games I think he was drinking because he always used
I met him on Dec 2, 2016, when I had dinner with a group of friends. And we got to know each other and hang out on Dec 3 for lunch and board game with a group of friends. During
I was sexually abused on multiple different occasions by fellow military members. Both took advantage of me while I was under the influence. I never got justice for the first one, though I went the legal route. I didn’t go
I was 22 and went out with my friends for dinner and we left around Half 10pm I was dragged and he used chloroform to knock me out and I was raped. I was found in an ally way in
I tell people I trust that I was molested which in my mind, seems far from the truth. Maybe if I was only molested, I wouldn’t have as many problems as I do now. I wasn’t just molested – I
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
I have carried the weight of my childhood traumas for twenty years too long. I have grown numb to the trauma from my adulthood and allowed it to make it’s home every nook and cranny that it could. There are
I was drug raped at age 29 by a person I had dated in high school. For 40+ years I thought I had somehow passed out (on one drink?) It was only a couple of years ago that I realized
LINGERING What breaks me is the fact that I know. I know everything that happened. Every last detail. I replay every detail every day in every moment. Everything reminds me of what happened, everything reminds me of him. What kills
My first sexual encounter was at the age of three. He penetrated me with his finger and pressed his cheek against mine. It happened multiple times but I didn’t say anything until it started to hurt. When I finally did
I guess I am writing this because of all of the torment I’ve been through and no one has helped me or even cared. My parents were suppose to protect me but they didn’t. The church was suppose to help
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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