June’s Story: He was my best friend

June’s Story: He was my best friend

In May of this year I was raped. I always thought it was not possible for me to be raped. Not because I was strong, but because my boyfriend, Allan (*All names in this story have been changed), was always

Emily’s Story: My Experience Of Motherhood As A Rape Survivor

Emily’s Story: My Experience Of Motherhood As A Rape Survivor

I’m not really sure how to start this because it is something I have wanted to write about and share for a while. It is also something that scares me shitless. I think I’m going to have to start with

Anonymous Story: A Letter To The Men Who Assaulted Me Without Me Even Knowing It

Anonymous Story: A Letter To The Men Who Assaulted Me Without Me Even Knowing It

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’m sure neither of you have noticed the lack of access you have to my social media as I have blocked you on all of it. I am a part of your past now,

Loralie’s Story: Truth or Dare

Loralie’s Story: Truth or Dare

they say oh girls it’s the way that they dress gets them raped the way that they act the way that they talk to people they talk to they say it’s with all girls it just depends on how they

Anonymous story: The Night That Changed Everything

Anonymous story: The Night That Changed Everything

I’ve always heard of people being raped, and always felt so bad when I would hear stories, but I never actually truly understood the feeling of being raped until the day it happened to me. It was like any other

Anonymous Story: He Changed Me in a Way I Can’t Get Back

Anonymous Story: He Changed Me in a Way I Can’t Get Back

I was 14 and I had just broken up with my boyfriend and I knew that this older 18 year old boy wanted to have sex with me. I was mad at my boyfriend, well ex, and wanted to get

Alice’s Story: Shouldn’t have had so much to Drink

Alice’s Story: Shouldn’t have had so much to Drink

Know this happened at the Pennsylvania State University, at the frat DKE. I was 18 years old. —————————————————————————————————————————————————— Nail biting. A nasty nervous habit I have had since I can remember. I guess you could say I am a nervous

Anonymous Story: The Day My Parents Chose My Uncle Over Me

Anonymous Story: The Day My Parents Chose My Uncle Over Me

There are days when I still feel his hands on me, but I decided long time back that this monster will not dominate my life. He will not do anything to me anymore because I will not allow it.

Ashley’s Story: My Life Story That Changed Me

Ashley’s Story: My Life Story That Changed Me

My Life Story That Changed Me I have a story that I like to share with you because in same ways its helping me to let go and if you are going through or went though the same experience it

Debra’s Story: D Thought He Won

Debra’s Story: D Thought He Won

I have won, and you lost… Do you not know how to say, "I am sorry!"

Anonymous Story: i can’t get over it

Anonymous Story: i can’t get over it

I felt so lifeless. I was stareing at the ceiling and i was so scared. i was in so much pain. with my hands i crumbled the sheet. in that moment i felt like i died, I couldn't do nothing.

Anonymous Story: I was sexually assualted too

Anonymous Story: I was sexually assualted too

I was 14 years old boy at time when I was sexually assaulted. I was living in the Middle East at the time. My rapist offered a ride and i accepted it.

Anonymous Story: Being an “Adult”

Anonymous Story: Being an “Adult”

She had told me not to go, I couldn't let her be right, right? Now here I am, 6 months later, admitting that I was sexually assaulted that night.

Anonymous Story: Weak

Anonymous Story: Weak

rape happens to people like you
people like me
not to weak people

Fleetwood’s Story: Fame Meant I Had To

Fleetwood’s Story: Fame Meant I Had To

I just didn't want him to flip out, and I didn't want to disappoint him, he was my Hero, I didn't consider he was a rapist.

Anonymous Story: my first admission

Anonymous Story: my first admission

My mum has noticed my flippancy towards sexual relations with boys, and it upsets me that she judges me, she just thinks I’m a slut. But she doesn’t know why I sleep with random boys often, she’s never asked, I resent her a bit for that. I guess I just chase that feeling of normalcy with someone, I want to feel that intimate connection that everyone talks about, but all I ever feel is empty. Maybe one day it will happen, so I keep trying.

Anonymous Story: His Life Is Unchanged: Mine Is Ruined

Anonymous Story: His Life Is Unchanged: Mine Is Ruined

I remember everyone talking about how awful and disgusting you have to be to do that to a child, and seeing my brother agree and contribute to the conversation as if he hadn’t done it to me. I was disgusted, and felt awful and filthy and humiliated when I really realized what had happened.

Anonymous Story: “It Happens”

Anonymous Story: “It Happens”

Even presuming that as a man there was somehow more guilt on me for not having said no than there would be for a woman. But that's not true. No one should be able to take control of another person's body.

Anonymous Story: (Dis)Orientation

Anonymous Story: (Dis)Orientation

I was so confused. I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know who was kissing and touching me. I didn’t know why. I was trying to push him off of me but I couldn’t. My arms weren’t working. I kept trying to sink down in my mattress and disappear to get away, but that wasn’t working either.

Alex’s Story: Do You Know What You Did?

Alex’s Story: Do You Know What You Did?

I remember you putting your hand on my leg, making me obviously uncomfortable. I moved away from you, but that didn’t matter to you. You kissed me, for reasons that I still don’t understand. The more I tried to get away from you, the more you came towards me.

Anonymous story: Its changed me forever

Anonymous story: Its changed me forever

It's all very hazy to me now as it was a few years back but I remember not wanting to do it,I couldn't say no because I was afraid of the reaction I would get and I didn't say yes either.

Anonymous Story: he doesn’t even know what he did to me

Anonymous Story: he doesn’t even know what he did to me

We were sitting over the bath and I kept saying I didnt want to but I wasnt fighting him, I was so drunk that I couldn't control myself although i was feeling fine if you can understand.

[X]’s Story: Running Road to Recovery

[X]’s Story: Running Road to Recovery

I’m always waiting for the next bad thing to happen or for someone to hurt me. Anxiety, depression, and symptoms of PTSD (nightmares and flashbacks) were consuming me while I tried to just let momentum and fake smiles cover it up. That’s just not working anymore.

Anonymous Story: A Plane Crash

Anonymous Story: A Plane Crash

I can still hear their heavy breath on my neck the huge hands holding me down. I still have nightmares sometimes knowing they're still out there.

Anonymous Story: Innocent Dark Brown Eyes

Anonymous Story: Innocent Dark Brown Eyes

I was in so much pain.
I didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t know who to call.
I felt so worthless,
So unwanted,
And so hurt,

Alice’s story: How could my mother not notice.

Alice’s story: How could my mother not notice.

I was scared and screamed "Rape". But no one was home that day. And he got really mad. I got even more scared. I never said no to him again. I was scared. So so scared.

Kristen’s Story: A rough road to happy ever after

Kristen’s Story: A rough road to happy ever after

Most people enjoy highschool, its hanging out with friends, and partys and not alot of worries, but for me , it was a living hell.

Elle’s Story: Unstoppable

Elle’s Story: Unstoppable

Rape isn’t always what you think it should be. Rape isn’t always dramatic, or always violent. When I was raped, I didn’t even really think to call it that at first. I wasn’t consenting. I didn’t want it to happen. I knew that much. But rape? Rape is loud. Rape is bloody. Rape is jarring. Or so I thought.

Madison’s Story: Why I am the way I am

Madison’s Story: Why I am the way I am

Here I am 21, years old, I still remember every horrible moment every day even when I wish I can't. I'm not completely sure if it's the reason why but I think all of this has made me severely depressed, some years it wasn't so bad, other years I was I black hole. I felt nothing, I still feel nothing,

Anonymous Story: It was my first party that will haunt me forever

Anonymous Story: It was my first party that will haunt me forever

I thought this was going to be the start of something great. High school was going to be great! This ended up being the worst night of my life and little did I know it would stay with me forever.

Sabrina’s story: Why’d you do it?

Sabrina’s story: Why’d you do it?

I’ve always wondered why you thought it was okay to do the things.. the horrible things you’ve done to me. Maybe not even just me to other girls that thought you were different. I still remember that day clear as

Deanna’s Story: Private School, Private Rape

Deanna’s Story: Private School, Private Rape

I told him no, I wasn't ready. I had just turned 15, a freshman in high school. But he didn't listen to me. He did it anyway.

Anonymous: I Thought I Had Consented

Anonymous: I Thought I Had Consented

I was clear about my boundaries since day one. You later told me you saw it as a challenge. Well, I see it as sexual assault. Not once did you ask for consent.

Julia’s Story: He Used Me

Julia’s Story: He Used Me

This was the second time I'd been raped. I'd been using sex as a coping mechanism to deal with my feelings from being raped the first time.

Jules’ Story: I Thought He Loved Me

Jules’ Story: I Thought He Loved Me

He asked me if I loved him and I didn't want to be mean so I said yes.

Samantha’s Story: A Letter to Myself

Samantha’s Story: A Letter to Myself

The one thing that you will find in this process is your voice. It is quite possibly the only thing that you have left after you have been torn apart from everything else. Do not be silenced. Not for you, but for other victims who are looking to you for some reason to keep going.

Anonymous Story: I’ll never get justice

Anonymous Story: I’ll never get justice

I began self harming at the age of 15 and lost a lot of weight. He began to see me less and eventually it just never happened again. I never told a single person until a couple of years ago and a friend persuaded me to go to the police.

Anonymous Story: The Christmas Party

Anonymous Story: The Christmas Party

I took to googling things such as 'is it rape if she's drunk?' in order to make myself feel less alone, less like a fraud. I thought I was a fraud. Surely I was asking for it? I mean, I'd let him kiss me. I'd let him take me down to the car park.

K’s Story: It’s just not fair.

K’s Story: It’s just not fair.

I pushed and hit him but it was no use, he was stronger. I kept screaming 'No' and 'Stop' but he didn't. He went on to cover my mouth with his left hand.

Carmen’s Story: When it all changed.

Carmen’s Story: When it all changed.

It's been a while since this happened and I haven't really told anyone about this, I realise now that I should've gotten help sooner. I was confused, very young when this happened. It's quite scary and shocking at the age I was, only eleven and something like this was happening to me.