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
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: 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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