I was a male outcast with no real friends, and certainly no girlfriends. I was short for my age. My two older sisters seemed like my only friends. My sisters’ idea of fun were girl-oriented games like makeovers and playing
April 28th 2018. My husband had to work out of town for a week and I hate being home alone at night and I am terrified of being alone during storms. I huge storm was coming in that night so
As I am going through my process of trying to heal I realize I may have a story to tell. It begins almost 20 years ago in December of 1999. I was 16 years old and a local business owners
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
I was sick He made me come over to his house instead of me coming over Didn’t pay attention to me while I was there was just on his video games I think he was drinking because he always used
Hi! My name is Bárbara, I’m 22 and I’m currently getting my life back on track. I started volunteering again and I’m getting ready to go to college. When I was 20/21 (I turned 21 there) I decided to go
I was drinking wine with my great friend [S]. We were playing Monopoly and catching up on each others life. I had taken a gap year from college so it was nice to see all of my friends again. Everyone
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
It’s taken me five years to gain a true perspective over what happened to me, but even now I cannot be certain. It always seemed like my fault. I got myself into a scary situation and wasn’t sensible enough to
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
Hi random person reading this right now. Life hasn’t been the easiest for me by any means. High school brought me many of things in my life. Good and bad things. Friends that came and went, depression, anxiety, anorexia, low
I was sexually abused on multiple different occasions by fellow military members. Both took advantage of me while I was under the influence. I never got justice for the first one, though I went the legal route. I didn’t go
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
TRIGGER WARNING This contains information about sexual assault and/or violence which may be triggering to survivors as well as suicide and self-harm. As a female, a teenager and as a person, sexual assault was discussed so I kinda knew a
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
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
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
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,
It was 14 years ago. I was 18. It was three weeks before college. My parents went out of town. I invited a few friends over. One of them was “J,” a 21 year old coworker and longtime friend. I
I was 22 and went out with my friends for dinner and we left around Half 10pm I was dragged and he used chloroform to knock me out and I was raped. I was found in an ally way in
I find talking about [G] difficult now, as if I’m sharing the stories of a character in a book- an antagonist, a despot, a stranger who I knew so intimately for so long, but never really knew at all. A
I was only 15-16 and he was 18-19 (I can’t remember the exact age). We were sort of neighborhood friends, but not really. I never knew him personally. I just knew him because one of my friends had dated him
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