Abigail’s Story: I hope he was drunk

Abigail’s Story: I hope he was drunk

[J] I hope you’re happy with what you caused. I was only a preteen when you started and I can’t believe you had the heart to look at me the way you do and touch me how you’ve touched me.

Anonymous Story: The History of the girl

Anonymous Story: The History of the girl

Once upon a time she was a little baby 4 year old girl, we were with my Mother visit to my grandmother, to my Mother’s Mother. I was in my grandmother’s yard and he came my cousin [N] of [G]

Sabah*’s Story: The Day Her Childhood Ended

Sabah*’s Story: The Day Her Childhood Ended

While writing this my hands are trembling . As I know I am about to relive the worst day of my life . Well it didnot end there and continued for some years . Let me give you a little

Jane’s Poetry: When the Mouth Can’t Speak the Body Will

Jane’s Poetry: When the Mouth Can’t Speak the Body Will

BEFORE THE BURNING OF FALL LEAVES Two years after Father’s release from Mauthausen [A] and I are born in the USA, the first and last of a generation. Thirty minutes after [A]’s debut doctors drag me into the klieg lights.

Nameless Story: “It’s not your fault.”

Nameless Story: “It’s not your fault.”

For the first 11 years of my life, I was raised and groomed as a sex toy, mostly for my male family members. However, my mother would also often trade me to other men for various things: drugs, money… love

Kirsten’s Story: Drugged and raped by my family

Kirsten’s Story: Drugged and raped by my family

Hi, my name is Kirsten In 1994 I was drugged and raped by my brother while my mom watched. He raped me a 2nd time when we were alone. I started To remember bits and pieces In 2008, and in

Invisible Girl’s Story: The Torment Within

Invisible Girl’s Story: The Torment Within

As a child i could never imagine someone that i loved or look up to dearly would ever hurt me mentally or physical. As a child my perception of life is supposed to be as positive and loving environment no

Anonymous Story: I am a little girl.

Anonymous Story: I am a little girl.

I am a little girl. I was abused by a male servant in domestic help. I was 3 when it began. Although I dont remember the first time I know that I was 3 when my first MEMORY of child

Anonymous Poem: Accepting His Embrace

Anonymous Poem: Accepting His Embrace

Accepting his embrace, was admitting self-destruction of years past and memories with new truths of a woman who’d not yet grown. She was a child at heart and of body, unsure who could be trusted and giving it freely. Though

Megan’s Story: My therapist pedophile

Megan’s Story: My therapist pedophile

My name is Megan when I was a tween I was pretty out there I’m a lot to handle for my conservative upper-class parents. After Cotillion didn’t work my parents sent me to a therapist [Dr. R] in Oak Lawn

Anonymous Story: Even the Earth Heals Itself

Anonymous Story: Even the Earth Heals Itself

Much loved SISTERS and FRIENDS: My #metoo STORY, I call “EVEN THE EARTH HEALS ITSELF.” because I spent a large part of my childhood ——and my sexual assault history, living only 80 miles, as the crow flies, UNDER THE GREAT

Nina’s Story: My reality!!

Nina’s Story: My reality!!

Hello my name is Nina, I decided to come out with my story because I know there are kids out there that are just like me… The sexual abuse started when I was 8 years old. I am now a

Mike’s Story: Both Sides

Mike’s Story: Both Sides

My Story. I think it’s relevant because it speaks to both sides of the fence, abuser and abused – me. And my search for resolution. Towards that end, I have donated to the local non=violence group in my community. I

Angel’s Story: Her Tabs Were Blank

Angel’s Story: Her Tabs Were Blank

I have written an opening to this and erased it a million times by now. There is no correct way to tell this story, this shouldn’t have happened to me and it shouldn’t have happened to you either. That’s I

Anonymous Story: A Father’s Story

Anonymous Story: A Father’s Story

I am probably the least likely individual to access this platform. However there is presently a rage growing inside of me that at some point may not be able to be contained . I am a 58 year old father

Jackson’s Story: Too Young to Know Better

Jackson’s Story: Too Young to Know Better

It was a humid night in June or July of 2014, Timber was playing from the open windows of my dads Silverado. I was sitting on top of the truck with my little brother(6) and my friend (13) ( I

Kennishewa’s Story: Daddy’s Little Girl

Kennishewa’s Story: Daddy’s Little Girl

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

Anonymous Story: I Was a Little Girl

Anonymous Story: I Was a Little Girl

This story is about ten years old. In fact I don’t actually remember which year it happened. But what I’m sure of, is that I was around 9 years old. Now I’m 18 and I feel like I need to

Afis’ Story : I Was Raped

Afis’ Story : I Was Raped

The only way I ever got the strength to forgive my rapists was understanding I was suffocating from anger. I had carried the burden of being sexually abused for as long as the day I read about rape at school

Anthony’s Story: Confidence, Strength, Courage

Anthony’s Story: Confidence, Strength, Courage

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

Anonymous Story: To All the Survivors Out There; #yournotavictim

Anonymous Story: To All the Survivors Out There; #yournotavictim

This may be hard to hear and feels like i am stating a streotype comment But for all those surviors of sexual abuse I just want to let you know your not alone I know everyday is a sturggle to

Fathullah’s Story

Fathullah’s Story

Hello, my name is Fathullah. I was a victim of incest for several years from around the age of 10. I was continuously molested by one of my female relatives, one who was a victim herself. I believe that the

Anonymous Story: The Elephant in the Room

Anonymous Story: The Elephant in the Room

I ack from work. so I was around five I guess. But I don’t clearly remember my age. I might have been younger. I was blond, with light curls. I was kind of cute but shy. To shy to talk

Anonymous Story: From 12 Years Old to 19; My Story

Anonymous Story: From 12 Years Old to 19; My Story

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

Anonymous Story: Tears and Shame

Anonymous Story: Tears and Shame

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

Anonymous Story: Where Is My Childhood?

Anonymous Story: Where Is My Childhood?

I think it stopped when I was 8, but I’ll never be sure I can’t remember everything but thought I was a whore. I didn’t know that this was not how families had to be I only knew that it

Anonymous Story: When I Was Little

Anonymous Story: When I Was Little

When I was little he took advantage Now I’m 30 with all this baggage I don’t remember being a kid And it’s all because of what he did He stole my virginity god knows when How to I even start

Ieisha’s Story: Facing My Truth

Ieisha’s Story: Facing My Truth

Hi my name is Ieisha Moore I’m a 28 year old women born and raised in Detroit MI. I’ve recently written a book entitled Facing My Truth Ieisha’s Story it talks about sexual molestation, domestic violence, and suicide. I was

Anonymous Story: Tight Jeans

Anonymous Story: Tight Jeans

The troubles commenced in December. I remember because it was my last day of school before Christmas break, and I always got excited about the parties. Okay not the party itself, but the food there. The year itself still remains

Anonymous Story: Minimal Traumas

Anonymous Story: Minimal Traumas

Minimal Traumas Imagine if you will, your a four-year-old female child in a bedroom with your 17-year-old brother. He makes you laugh plays with you rolls you up in blankets and shares his cookies with you. He takes you into

Anonymous Story: is assault another way to express love?

Anonymous Story: is assault another way to express love?

The first thing I remember growing up is the fact that I was always told that Dschinns are a real thing that live amongst us. The first memory I have is that my mom locked me up in our then

Anonymous Story: I’m a little girl in Pakistan

Anonymous Story: I’m a little girl in Pakistan

I’m a little girl in Pakistan. My story begins when I was just 6 or 7 years old.My abuser never penetrated me but he did enough to change my life forever. I was 6 or 7. He used to take

Anonymous Story: The Teacher Who Saved My Life

Anonymous Story: The Teacher Who Saved My Life

I let it go on for so many years, and then I hit my breaking point. This happened when I was 16, after enduring severe abuse from my father for over a decade. I spent all that time scared, confused,

Zi’s Story: my childhood

Zi’s Story: my childhood

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

Anonymous Story: My Secret to tell

Anonymous Story: My Secret to tell

I’ve written this in my head about a million times, but honestly after seeing people criticized for coming out later in life or “why didn’t they say something at that time” and the story that Terry Crews told and the

Anonymous Story: Probably Triggering, DEFINITELY Cathartic

Hi Everyone, Anyone or No one… I just have this inane feeling of wanting to express what I have lived in words for anyone to read or take advice or criticise. I don’t even know what I want other than

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

Madelyn’s Story: This Wasn’t What I Asked For

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

Anonymous Story: Our Little Secret

It started when I was four. It was my great-grandfather. We went to their house almost every holiday and birthday, and every time he preyed on me sexually. He asked me to sit on his lap. Said he was, “An

Anonymous Story: Black Hole

This is hard. Part of me is desperately trying to explain what happened to anyone who would listen, but another part of me, one that has been in control for much longer, refuses to relinquish control and trust any one