I was on an overseas adventure with a male friend. We were jetlagged after 32hrs in transit and were just going for one drink before having an early night. One drink turned in to many drinks at a fun, relaxed,
Along with millions of avid viewers, I’ve been a fan of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit for almost 20 years. The compassion these characters have for victims of sexual assault is unparalleled to the strong burden of shame and
Sometimes I get a little resentful and angry that nobody noticed. I was amazing at hiding it, but sometimes I find myself questioning why no one saw through my façade. Why no one recognizes that I’m still hurting. Then again,
My name is W. At the age of fourteen, I got into a fight in my school changing rooms after school hours with a soccer player from another school. It started as three strangers picking on me, nothing out of
When I was in college in the late 1970s, for a year I shared a house with 3 other girls off-campus. There was a houseful of boys next door. One night I came home about 10pm to a roaring party
This will be the first telling of the story, my story. The story my body will remember through my fingertips and the thick folds of my brain, my lips as I speak it. My body remembers. I get lost in
Still, after 33 years, I cannot get these thoughts out of my head. The first time is supposed to be special, with the one you love, or at least with the one you choose. My first time was not like
Because of what happened recently, I’m filled with hurt and anger with Kavanaugh’s case. From the beginning… I was in 5th grade, at my elementary school. I got bullied a lot, I was never noticed. Girls would tell me my
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
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
I was a virgin when I started college. I thought that’s how it would end. I need to keep this brief and one day will go into more detail but for now I am scared. 8 years later and I
I was 22 at the time, I went out to a party with a couple friends of mine. After a couple rounds of drinks I realized I was a little too drunk to drive home and the host of party,
I agreed to go on a date with a man with whom I had a mutual friend in common. I was told he was nice and attending law school. Very self-conscious, young for my grade, reserved with a plethora of
I was gang raped by six University of Kansas football players in November 1998. When I was leaving my friend’s apartment on the sixth floor, I exited the elevator, and there was D, from Austin, TX. D was someone I
I was seeing a man at the time, he was in his early 30’s and I wasn’t sure if I was completely attracted to him. He was more of a “lets get drinks tonight” fling and nothing more. He worked
In 1956, when I was 11, living in Fresno, Ca., the summer was hot and a neighbor had a pool in his back yard for his young son. Two of my girlfriends in the neighborhood and I all went to
Ive always been one to fall to hard and too fast for a guy, when i care about someone i care deeply even when i see the red flags. That’s the funny part about life though, sometimes you see the
I can’t remember when it started. The first memory dates back to when I was 6 or 7 years old. I was the youngest child at that time and the only daughter. I was getting ready for bed and my
I don’t remember at what age it started, probably around 10. I would spend nights at my family’s house, where I would be sexually abused by a family member, who was the same age as me while I was sleeping.
” That’s just how boys are ” will always be the words I hate . My story starts with Homecoming night 1995 .I was 14 and very excited to be asked to Homecoming dance .The boy was my then 1st
ME TOO The first time I was raped I was 13. Obviously too young to even have any idea what was happening, or why. I’ve put this behind me now, moved on. It doesn’t define me, not anymore. It certainly
Why didn’t I report it? “Will I lose my job if I say no?” I asked. “I can’t help you,” replied the Vice President of Human Resources. It was sometime in the early 1980’s – I’m guessing about 1982 or
I met him in college. I always liked to try to be a friend for everyone, especially to people who may not have a lot of friends because I believe everyone needs someone. This was the case with him. He
“Perfect hindsight” is the best discription I can offer at 65 yo about past sexual abuse, assault & mental oppression suffered at the whim of men who apparently target girls, women that carry a lifelong supressed psycological humiliation even if
To be honest, I’m really not sure if my story(ies) qualify. I know what happened was wrong. But, when I read and hear all of the multitude of stories that have happened to other women, I say to myself “well,
7 years ago I was 19 and falling for a marine. We had been talking for a couple of weeks and trying to get to know each other or I thought I was. He seemed like a great guy, had
Professor Chris Ford’s headline story about her sexual assault by Brett Kavanaugh gave me the courage to confront one of the two men who raped me over forty years ago. The other rapist was shot to death years ago. I
I was out with my friend, we went to a University corridor party. I didn’t know anyone there and the next day I had to work, we didn’t want to drink much, only three beers we said. I don’t know
It was February 4th, 2007, Superbowl Sunday. I was working at Papa Murphy’s, a job that I had only had a month. We were so slammed that my boss asked me to work two hours of overtime. I called up
What happened! {I changed all the names.} Friday night, no plans, quite night. I get a text from my friend, Hannah. “Come out to the bar tonight!” I get super excited. I reply yes in a matter of seconds. Next
When I told you I liked you, you asked my to be your girlfriend. I happily accepted. I trusted you, I knew you. We were friends since nursery all year way up to this point where you are 14, I’m
I am 38 years old, be 39 August 25 (a week from now). I have been seeing a therapist out here in Oregon for 14 months now. My therapist is a good one and I am glad I found her.
I was an early graduate, came from a good family, didn’t get into much trouble. I was a generally good kid… and right on the edge of sixteen. In my mind, I was grown up and thought I knew everything.
I don’t know where to begin…Have you ever remembered something from years ago, but your memories are fractured, like a movie with deleted scenes? That’s how it is for me. Serving in the military was always a dream for me,
I was doing a get together lunch with all my friends and my sister. It was february 2018. And in Chile it was a hot sunny day. He came by because I invited him. He came by because I trusted
This is going to be long and rambly, but I am only 16 and want to explain my whole life. Not just the worst bits. All names have been changed The earliest memory I have is from when I was
Fair warning this story lasts 19yrs before the surviving portion starts. I know some people say you don’t remember lots of your younger years well I’m 25 now and I can remember being 3 years old. my mother was married
For the 6 months leading upto my 30th birthday I reflected back on what I felt I had achieved; very little I felt due to bouts of anxiety and low self-esteem through my adult life. So when I got in
My current husband and I met when he was still married. Although we never had a sexual relationship, hindsight is 20/20 and there was validity to his wife gut instinct. When his wife found out we were friends and was
I’m 18. A junior in high school. I have many male friends. You see I often get along better with males as opposed to females. And that’s what I planned on doing when I went over to my friend R’s