Rebecca’s Story: what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger
I was born into a Christian family with 8 kids. 6 years old- my brother who is 6 years older than me, made me his whore 10 years old- he went to college to study the Bible 12 years old-
Anonymous Poem: I See Him in the News from Time to Time
Honestly I am afraid to even tell this, afraid he has access somehow to this and will know that I am telling. What to do? I see him in the news from time to time. He is a high profile
Brittney’s Story: forgiving the unforgivable
I’ll never forgive you. I always felt like an outcast. A young girl with social anxiety, afraid to speak. Any time I tried to break the cycle, I was quickly shut down, so it became natural to just not speak.
Rose Dube’s Story: A VOICE, NOT AN ECHO
Hello, my name is Rose Dube, 23-year-old aspiring Entrepreneur, 2020 Medical Microbiology Masters Candidate at the University of Pretoria, Allan Gray Orbis Foundation Candidate Fellow, writer, sexual abuse survivor, drug addict survivor, mental health advocate. Sexual abuse in our beautiful
Anonymous Story: I am an African American female Veteran
I am an African American female Veteran, I have done 2 tours in Iraq. My entire life has been filled with abuse. At age 4 I was molested by my mother’s boyfriend, my mother was mentally disabled. At age 6
Jenny’s Story: Just
One step-father: Age ?? – Age 13, Wisconsin & Missouri 1. Creep into my room. 2. Pull back my covers up to my stomach. 3. He only watched, and never touched. 4. For how long though? 5. It gets cold,
Anonymous Story: I trust my friend and I destroy myself.
Hello all i would like to tell everything hope hear i get some help and others also learnt from this.when i am 9 years old i meet one guy at my school. His name is [Y] and he is my
Anonymous Story: Disney World’s predator
I have been following and my wife has been involved with a man who preys on women. Luring them to Disney under the notion that he is in an open or broken relationship. He then proceeds to use the women
M’s Story: i trusted you
Growing up, I had the perfect life, the perfect family. We had family holidays together, with my grandmother, my aunts and uncles, and all my cousins. Before each holiday, my cousins and I would stay the night at my grandmothers.
Anonymous Story: Dear Stepfather
Dear Stepfather, Every day I think about what you did to me. Every day it haunts me. Every day is a struggle to get through, knowing my mother defends you. Knowing you don’t belong here and yet she defends you
Anonymous Poem: Innocence
INNOCENCE IN BRIGHT LIGHTS YOU STOLE OUR INNOCENCE NOW WE CAN’T SLEEP WITHOUT A LIGHT TRYING TO SEE THAT JUST MAYBE WE COULD GET THAT BACK REPLAYS A ZILLION TIMES OVER HOW WE COULD HAVE CHANGED THOSE EVENTS REWIND AND
Denise Barnes’s Song: Who WAS THIS MAN
By: Denise Barnes, Cape Town South Africa (Lyrics have been recorded by Tina Schouw). Who Was This Man… Who was this man that played a game that made my tummy turn? That made me wet my bed? Who was this
Anonymous Story: The unheard CRIEs that were ignored
There are 4 different incidents I encountered with this person. 1st- employee entered my office and forced himself upon me as much as grabbing me in inappropriate places all over and trying to kiss me. 2nd-he chased me down when
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
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
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
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.”
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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!!
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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?
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
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