Anonymous Story: Me Too

I was 14 A complete stranger molested me he touched me with his filthy hands my innocent body which had never been touched by a man before. After that I developed bulimia and I was always anxious I was afraid

Anonymous Story: Me Too

I’m currently a 27 year olds and it’s been about four months since my family found out that my brother had been sexually abusing me around the ages of 7-12. I’m struggling every single day to figure out what’s next

Jurity’s Story: He Was My Dad

I was about nine or ten, It all started after i got my first period. It began with him showing me porn and having me touch him. He said that he was showing me things that I needed to learn

Hannah’s Story: My Grandmother Refuses to Cut Ties With the Family Member Who Sexually Assaulted Me

When I was 13 years old, my 15 year old cousin molested me over the course of several days during summer break. Out of fear of not being taken seriously or splitting up my family, I decided not tell anyone

Blue’s Story

The first time it happened I was 5 and she was 10,before I started school. I was eager to learn new things,so when my sister said she would teach me something new I jumped at the idea and closed our

Anonymous Story: He Doesn’t Love Me

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

Anonymous Story: For Once the White Male is Suppressed

I was five years old when it happened, and my cousin (which was 8 at the time) raped me. Nobody believes children can rape other children, especially when your a boy. I was told things like ” oh she was

Anonymous Story: Her Arms

Poem: Just pick her up and hold her In both of your arms Nobody holds her Left with a stuffed bear in her arms Bruises trace her pale skin and frail bones The sun comes and it goes Nobody holds

Anonymous Story: DMH, my father, molested his daughters starting at ages 5

I remember thinking my dad was the most amazing person I knew one day and the next day I had to learn ways to avoid him and protect myself from him. He started by coming into my room with a

Anonymous Story: My Brother, the Monster

I remember the day like it was yesterday…My parents were out to dinner and it was just nine year old me and my seventeen year old brother at home. I was in the bathtub when my brother walked in. He

SaoirSe Story: I Was Only Ten

I was ten years old when this happened to me. My cousins have a 4th of July party every year. Me and my mom had gone the year before so we decided to go again this year. We set off

Anonymous Story: Southern Baptist Church

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

Anonymous Story: I Was 12 and a Very Normal Little Girl

I keep coming here telling myself I will say something but each time I start writing I end up stopping midway and just forgetting about it. I will NOT do that this time! ​ Summer of 2010, I was a

Cassidy’s Story: More Than Once

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

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: Assaulted By Two Family Members

Anonymous Story: Assaulted By Two Family Members

I remember living in Kansas City,MO. I was just an 8 year old girl with no issues happy as can be. Nice house nice family.( so I thought.) My brother sister and I were all adopted at a very young

Laiba story: The 14 year Old Sexual Abuse Survivor Story

Laiba story: The 14 year Old Sexual Abuse Survivor Story

For me writing this is getting justice because in the society we live getting this justice is as impossible as breathing without air. My name is Laiba just Laiba. My surname does not define me in any shape or form

Kasey’s Story: The Closest Ones Hurt the Most

Kasey’s Story: The Closest Ones Hurt the Most

When I was a child, 4 years old to be exact, having a family was a huge thing. An absent mother made it difficult for me to have that family, so having my Godmother and Godfather as that family was

Anonymous Story: A Quick Rundown of My Life: A Messy Essay

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: Me Too

Anonymous Story: Me Too

At the age of 6 or 7 I was sexually assaulted or harassed I don’t really know what to call it it was so unusual so out of the ordinary that it took me almost 20 years to be able

Anonymous Story: My Brother Raped Me

Anonymous Story: My Brother Raped Me

I am not sure how old I was exactly perhaps 10, 11, or 12. My brother is 3 years older than me. We had discovered about getting high using inhalants. I remember i huffed gas then he did. I am

Laiba’s Story: Abuse Story

Laiba’s Story: Abuse Story

Hello, my name is Laiba. Just Laiba. My surname (Waseem) doesn’t define me in any shape or form, due to the fact not only is this my biological father’s name but also my abuser’s name. I was sexually abused from

Weronika’s Story: Only a Touch

Weronika’s Story: Only a Touch

I don’t how should I start this. Telling someone about my story helps me at first, but later I feel like I had given my burden to someone else and I feel guilty because of that. But I can’t stay

Anonymous Story: Broken

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

Z’s Story: Monster In My Head

Z’s Story: Monster In My Head

scared to close my eyes relax and become limber. afraid to slip into a helpless slumber make a wimper or a sigh. I see his face, his hands hot breath, the growing heat. carried in by steps of creeping feet

Anonymous Story: Me Too

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: Don’t Know If It’s a Big Deal Or Not

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: Too Young To Know

Anonymous Story: Too Young To Know

My story starts when I was about 9-10 years old, I know for sure I was in fourth grade; My sister and I was being babysat by a local neighborhood mom that was a church woman and foster mom and

Anonymous Story: It Has Taken Me Awhile To Write About This

Anonymous Story: It Has Taken Me Awhile To Write About This

This will be painful. This will bring up things I don’t want to talk about. But I think it needs to be said. I think it needs to be written out. It’s therapeutic in a sort of way. This is

Anonymous Story: 15 Years and Counting

Anonymous Story: 15 Years and Counting

At the age of 5 I buried my biological father and almost lost my entire family. At the time my mother had adopted her young nieces and they had come to live with us. After my father passed away, everything

Anonymous Story: Me Too

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,

Anonymous Story: Raped By Bother

Anonymous Story: Raped By Bother

I was raped by my older half brother when I was 8 to 15. It all started when I was little he would always touch me or be different with me and I never knew why and one night he

P’s Story: Surviving Through It For Years

P’s Story: Surviving Through It For Years

I have never told anyone my story, ever. When this first happened to me it was impossible to grasp the concept, considering I was just 4 years old when the first time occurred. Starting at age 4 to about 12,

Anonymous Story: Me Too

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

Angela’s STORY: I Am Not My Past

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.

Anonymous Story: Me Too

Anonymous Story: Me Too

I remember it being a normal day in 2008, I was nearly 8 years old and had recently been moved into foster care, which was already a traumatic event and I felt unloved and unwanted. I was encouraged by my

Anonymous Story: Me Too

Anonymous Story: Me Too

How does “pleasure” leave a kid so ashamed? something that is meant to be a gift become profaned? How does someone so familiar commit an act so strange? someone you love be the cause for self-hate? Use trust and compassion

Nita’s Story: Me Too

Nita’s Story: Me Too

The election of Donald Trump brought my nightmarish childhoods to life yet again. A powerful, objectifying, entitled narcist is yet again holding the reins over way too much. Just hung up the phone with my sister… when she told mom

Anonymous Story: A Victim at Seven

Anonymous Story: A Victim at Seven

My parents divorced when I was 6. There was his drug abuse, his belligerent attitude, financial instability because of his drug use, and the way I was treated. He was rarely around because my mom wouldn’t let him use drugs

Stacy’s Story – I Don’t Feel This Story Deserves a Name

Stacy’s Story – I Don’t Feel This Story Deserves a Name

President Trump says “she doesn’t remember what year it was, she doesn’t remember where it happened” etc but I do t remember the day either. I don’t remember what day it was that I learned how to get out of