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-
Chloe’s Story: was i asking for it?
I am 16 years old and I was sexually assaulted. He was my friend, or at least that’s what I thought. When he first started talking to me, he was getting drunk by himself. He was in a bad place,
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.
Haley’s Story: He laughed at rape and the abuse he inflicted on women. He enjoyed dehumanizing and tearing women down.
Hello, This is my story, and I want people to hear it and understand the gravity of how social media ruins people’s lives. When I was fresh out of high school, I was wooed and persuaded into dating
Anonymous Story: “Danny” my friend
Okay hello, i’m here to talk about my story. I haven’t told many people. I feel really alone and worthless. I’ve been keeping this story to myself for a year. I don’t feel like i matter. or my story. but
Angel’s Story: the night my life was ruined
I was so angry at my parents I decided to leave the house I went to school and met up with my boyfriend after at a mall I didn’t wanna go home yet and deal with everything that I was
A’s Story: One of the four
You were being so nice.. why did it stop? I mean, you knew I wasn’t in the right head space and I didn’t know who else to call. The fact that you knew hurt even more. My question is, why?
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,
T. L.’s Story: the making of a slut
It was my junior year of high school. In a small town, in the middle of “The Bible Belt.” There’s so much snow outside. My best friend, [V], and I pick up our friend [Z] and drive to our friend,
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.
Mickey’s Story: undocumented
It was something that I wouldn’t have ever thought would have happened that day. It was a fun day right? A group of 6 friends hanging out smoking weed joking, smoking. I can remember [D] suggesting we go on a
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
Hannah’s Story: He Left Scars
When I was 16 I snuck into a trendy city bar with my other underaged friends and some college students. We drank a whole lot and I met a man in his late 50’s. He was put together and decent
Ciara’s Story: to the man i will never meet
Dear Stranger, I hope you remember me. I was 17, a virgin. You were in your thirties if I were to guess. You knew what you were doing. You were older, more experienced, and you had an agenda. You invited
Anonymous Story: My father said that I was “stupid”
I was 19 and he was a father of my best friend S.N. HE was a close friend of my family and my father was about to start a business venture with him. It happened when HE was drunk, I
Anonymous Story: He Said he Wanted to Marry Me
He said he wanted to marry me. I believed him. I wanted to marry him, too. He was my true first love; you know, the one we dream about. The one that sweeps us off of our feet and makes
Gabby’s Story: in the blink of an eye
I am 16 years old. It happened at a music festival. And I was alone. I was walking through an alley with many people there so I thought I was safe. That is when a man pushed me up against
Anonymous Story: I still don’t know if it was rape
I really don’t know and I’m so confused about everything. I’m sorry this is sort of really long. Also, I’m sorry if I made any mistakes in writing this, I’m not a native English speaker. So, this is the story…
Kyle Elliott’s Story: Coming Out As A Male Rape Survivor
As a gay man, I am perpetually ‘coming out’ to those I interact with. At 27 years old, the words, “I’m gay” now slip off my tongue as easily as, “I would like a grande soy, sugar-free vanilla latte please.”
Anonymous Story: Smile!
I still think of his smile. Something about the way it curved slightly upwards, knowingly. I remember the first time I saw it. It was such a confident smile, and after a brief moment of eye contact with him, it
Danni’s Story: He was my friend
He was my friend. I meet him in grade 9, when I was dating this girl. I joined her friend group- and he was apart of it. Things where great the first year I knew him. He was odd, but
Erin’s Story: he became my nightmare
I thought you were my friend Now you’ve become my nightmare It was innocent to start off with One act of kindness led to Feeling your breath near my ear As you brought your hands towards my breasts Attempting to
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
Anonymous Poem: Dear Parents
Dear parents, I know you love me I know there’s a connection I just don’t see it I want to tell you, to cry with you about my rape But the last time i told you of sexual assault you
E’s story: Friends Keep Secrets
Being friends meant so much to me. We were young and naive, I, more so. I told you about everything. All of the drama—the arguments I had with my mom. I even told you about the things that excited me,
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
Anonymous Story: As My Head Hit the Bathtub
Reflection “Date Raped, 2003: How I lost my virginity” Let’s be honest, the first sexual experience I had was terribly flawed; it was forced. The person, who took it, was the person who was pouring tequila down my throat the
Anonymous Story: The Journey and After the Abuse
Trigger warning: Descriptively graphic in some spots, and psychological abuse. I’ve always wanted to tell my story in the hopes that it helps others, but it’s tough talking about it in real life! The Me Too movement has given me
Emma’s Story: Too Scared to Say Anything
Hi, you can call me Emma, and for some reason I wanted to share my story with you today. I’ll start with the beginning: My mom lived in Paris and she went on holiday in Australia where she met my
Anonymous Story: Me Too
How Mena got depressed 15 years after 3 rape incident Hmm it took me time to feel the emotional trauma of rape years after the rape. I was 4 or 5 years old when my uncle raped me, the at
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
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: Me Too
Why Did I freeze? Why was I so shocked that this was happening to me? Why was I so weak? Why was I so weak? Why was I choosen ? Why was I so trusting? I should have kicked, scream,
Anonymous Story: Me Too
Highschool was an interesting time for me. I was 14 when I was a freshman, a naive little girl who knew nothing of the world. I remember sitting in health class listening to a guest speaker talk to us about
Molly’s Story: Reclaiming My Story
Grass stains on my back and blood in my jeans I gain consciousness while my body is jerked like a rag doll My eyes focus on the hazy streetlights as I try to make sense of my surroundings I hear
Anonymous Story: Trying to Heal & Expose a Rapist
over 30 years ago… a typical high school party – drinking… yes I was. we all were. 8th graders crashing their older brothers’ party found me passed out on a couch I had just turned 17 my memories include: –
Anonymous Story: The Naive One
I will use “owl” as my name . And “friend for the girl i thought was my friend. And the boys Involved xboy 1 xboy 2 and x boy 3. Thank you by the way. I need to get this
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
Em’S Story: I Needed to Write This
Hi, I’ve been debating on writing this for a while. I have gotten drunk and sobbed over it even 6 years later. I have had epiphany and epiphany of how truly, truly horrible it was an how BLIND I was