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.

Anonymous Story: A Strong Woman!

Anonymous Story: A Strong Woman!

Once the lil girl confronted her abuser . she finally realized that she wasn't a lil girl anymore, but has become one of the strongest lady's I know.

Anonymous Story: It was so long ago, and I’m still not over it.

Anonymous Story: It was so long ago, and I’m still not over it.

Once he finally left town, I thought I'd be safe, but now he's going to be a doctor, and I can't stand it. I can't stand that he gets to ruin me and then become a doctor and have a normal life.

Anonymous Story: I knew exactly how they felt

Anonymous Story: I knew exactly how they felt

I watched the documentary Audrie and Daisy today. It hit me like a ton of bricks. When I heard their stories and watched their tears fall I knew exactly how they felt. I was them. I am them. When I was 17 I was raped.

Anonymous Story: Only 7 Years Old

Anonymous Story: Only 7 Years Old

Im already crying and wish I would have just died. I try to be the strong funny girl but i'm broken. I feel like anything I do I can't get that day out of my head.

Anonymous Story: The Safest Way Home

Anonymous Story: The Safest Way Home

It is March 2nd 2017 and today the news is filled with the story of an intoxicated and unconscious woman who was raped by a cab driver in Halifax, Canada. The rape was witnessed by a police officer. Yet the Judge still acquitted the rapist. I am angry every time I hear of cases where rapists get away and victim blaming is rampant. This one, however, hit home. The situation is so much like mine.

Anonymous Story: As sailors always say, if you report being assaulted, you’re lying

Anonymous Story: As sailors always say, if you report being assaulted, you’re lying

I shouldn't have let a guy buy me drinks. I shouldn't have agreed to a hug. I shouldn't have let that happen. Why did I laugh? Why didn't I leave. Why didn't I tell anyone? Why can't I sleep? Why me? I wasn't alone and I stayed with my friends. Everyone just acted like this was okay.

རྒྱ་མཚོ’s Story: As a Himalayan Child

རྒྱ་མཚོ’s Story: As a Himalayan Child

I was barely 12 At the moment and to every girls horror I was sexually abused, molestaed and raped by a foreigner (Trekker) near my home. That painful touch his horondous smile and his forceful ways is still crystal clear. I was raped by being lured for a packet of chocolates and notebooks.

Victoria’s Story: He Probably Doesn’t Even Know My Name

Victoria’s Story: He Probably Doesn’t Even Know My Name

For the longest time I had a regret and blamed myself. I didn't realize until now that I couldn't have done anything differently besides for being more careful of what I drank. I realized it wasn't my fault.

Katie Jenkins’s Story: Long Distance Abuse is Still Abuse

Back in June of 2015, I entered a relationship with someone over the internet. This wasn’t my first long-distance relationship, so I was very aware of what I was getting into distance-wise. This person came off as really funny, charming,

Katie’s Story: Letter to an Asshole

Katie’s Story: Letter to an Asshole

You taught me that the world is not a safe place, that people are not to be trusted. You violated my most basic human right to choose who touches me and when.

Julia’s Story: Family Abuse

Julia’s Story: Family Abuse

I don’t want to have to tell people and feel their judging eyes stare at me while I talk, and I feel guilty that I wasn’t held at gun point against my will. I feel like I could have stopped it at any time and I didn’t so that makes me just as wrong. I know thats not true I really do and if someone else told me their story and it matched mine word for word I would tell them over and over it wasn't their fault and that should have never happened to you, you have no reason to feel ashamed and I would truly believe it.

Saasha’s Story: Journey to Darkness

Saasha’s Story: Journey to Darkness

Every time I was running/or pushing him away, we were facing his anger. It was everyday story. I remember sitting in the corner of my cousin's room, scared, closed eyes, covering my ears while he was screaming my name outside. To calm him down, my grandparents and his wife makes me sit next to him in living room. Where he was touching my thighs, trying to kiss me, rotating my face to look at him. I can't forget his scary face and laugh. No one was stopping him, he was coming to my room every other night.

Anonymous Story: Raped in my Sleep by my High School Sweetheart

Anonymous Story: Raped in my Sleep by my High School Sweetheart

He went back to sleep when he was done. We never talked about it-we continued dating for another year. I didn't know it was rape until recently. It was just an awful image that stuck inside my head- something I tried to ignore.

Beth’s Story: My Cousin Abused Me

Beth’s Story: My Cousin Abused Me

I just need someone to understand, someone to give me the love that, I might deserve. I hide my dark thoughts through my personality, a bubbly, silly, larger than life character, who is also shy, and modest. I hide. How do I carry on? How do I find someone who understands? How do I learn to love? How do I gain self belief?

M’s Story: 16 Times

M’s Story: 16 Times

I am sitting here, and a perpetrator is being inaugurated into the presidency, in the United States. I can not function today. I needed to tell my story somewhere because starting last night I kept waking up with these numbers repeating over and over again, my own thoughts and my own story jolting me throughout the night. And today, a day where I can not move. I am frozen.

Jacque’s Story: One Night Destroyed our Marriage

Jacque’s Story: One Night Destroyed our Marriage

We went out with friends, and we both had been drinking. I was really tired and went straight to bed when we got home about 3 am. She was not having it. She pulled off my jeans and I was

Anonymous Story: My Brother

Anonymous Story: My Brother

I am a man, this has haunted my thoughts my entire life. When I was young my older brother use to have sex with me by having me rub his penis or he use to have sex with me why

Fay’s Story: Was I Raped?

Fay’s Story: Was I Raped?

I was in the end of an abusive relationship and I’m not sure if I can consider this rape so I’m curious. I feel like I need to know. I don’t even remember what started this particular fight but we

Kelsey’s Story: Fifteen Months

Kelsey’s Story: Fifteen Months

Fifteen months have come and gone, But memories still burn Everyone has told their story, but I’ve yet to have my turn. On websites, strangers cry for help And others tell their story To be a victim is to have

Tara’s Story: Support

Tara’s Story: Support

I am the third generation of childhood sexual abuse in my family. Three generations of girls who were treated like their purpose was to please men who held power over them. I was the first to tell and be believed.

Louise’s Story: He was jealous of my new friendship

Louise’s Story: He was jealous of my new friendship

If this becomes long, sorry! So April/May 2016, thanks to a newspaper article I get back in touch with an old friend. He asks me if I’m happy in the relationship I am currently in with my partner, I admit

DRJ’s Story: Date Raped by a Police Officer

DRJ’s Story: Date Raped by a Police Officer

I was sodomized by a police officer from Botetourt County Sheriff’s Officer in Virginia. Cowards serve and protect each other, he was never charged, or punished in any way; instead they punish the real victim pressing charges for speaking out

Anonymous Story: They took a piece of me that I will never get back

Anonymous Story: They took a piece of me that I will never get back

I was only 15 at the time and I’ve still been unable to tell anyone this. I was invited to a “party” with my then boyfriend and his friends. When we got to his friends house, no one was there

N/A’s Story: I made my rapist a bagel

N/A’s Story: I made my rapist a bagel

I was sixteen and in the best relationship of my entire life. One that even after the rape, I would stay in and stick out no matter the harm we caused. We were very sexual beings after July 13th when

A Hockey Player’s Story: Beware: Coaches rape adults too

A Hockey Player’s Story: Beware: Coaches rape adults too

He was my hockey coach in 2 different leagues; at McGill University and at a recreational women’s league in Westmount, Quebec. I had known him for about five years. We had previously flirted, even kissed and fooled around on occasion.

Anonymous Story: She’s Sleeping Soundly

Anonymous Story: She’s Sleeping Soundly

If I'm entirely honest, it started on a field trip. We were friends, I suppose. I'll refer to her as "friend" for convenience sake. I only ever had one friend before that, I was a bit of a loner, but I loathed, and still loathe, being alone. So I went everywhere with this friend and then she started telling me things like: "You'd be so sexy if you were a guy" and "If you take off those glasses you'd look stunning".

Lauren’s Story: We Deserve Better

Lauren’s Story: We Deserve Better

The most important thing I have learned is that sex doesn’t need to be scary or forced or painful or hurtful or upsetting, and those are the only words I could have used to describe it when I was with A. I want other women to know that someone being your boyfriend does not give them a free pass to do whatever they want. It might seem like an obvious thing to lots of people, but I think when you’re in the middle of something like that, it feels very complicated.

Anonymous Story: You Ruined the Best Part of my Life

Anonymous Story: You Ruined the Best Part of my Life

I felt the most terrible way in the world he kept ignoring my pleas and I had to bear the pain and soon I passed out, i had panic attack, depression and mostly i was traumatized that part of my life is damaged.

Alana’s Story: Raped by Stepdad

Alana’s Story: Raped by Stepdad

Its just really hard and I can't belive I'm actually writing about it. Every time after it happened I would feel ashamed I hated myself for what I was forced to so and could never look at myself the same way. I lost all my innocence.

Lou’s Story: Someone I Trusted

Lou’s Story: Someone I Trusted

If I was placed in a room with him, I wouldn't be scared. I can deal with him, I can put up with him. The thing that would scare me, would be myself. I don't think that I could sit there, while he is blissfully unaware of the immense pain he has released inside me, like a drug, however with the opposite effect; a drug that hasn't left my body since that night.

Laura’s Story: The Night I’ll Never Forget

Laura’s Story: The Night I’ll Never Forget

For a whole year thereafter, I beat myself up over my stupidity for allowing our relationship to escalate that night in New York. The depression and anxiety from that experience followed me around like a dark shadow. Eventually, I began to realize that I had done nothing wrong. I didn't mislead him; he didn't care about what I was saying or doing. I didn't allow it; I felt threatened having a man nearly twice my body weight on top of me. Most importantly, I never consented.