Invisible Girl’s Story: The Torment Within
As a child i could never imagine someone that i loved or look up to dearly would ever hurt me mentally or physical. As a child my perception of life is supposed to be as positive and loving environment no
As a child i could never imagine someone that i loved or look up to dearly would ever hurt me mentally or physical. As a child my perception of life is supposed to be as positive and loving environment no
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
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
I am a little girl. I was abused by a male servant in domestic help. I was 3 when it began. Although I dont remember the first time I know that I was 3 when my first MEMORY of child
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
When I was seventeen and I met an American musician in a nightclub. He wasn’t famous, he was touring with an incredibly famous rock icon as a session musician, this was enough to be impressive though, so when he asked
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,
When I was in college one Saturday night I felt incredibly depressed. I knew it was dark out, but I thought taking a walk would be something good to help ease all the ugly off of my spirits. I was
This is my truth; this is my story the journey of my life that is constantly unfolding. My story, my way, my words are my truth. Your thoughts and opinions could never define who I am. I’m finally a free
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
I’m Canadian and was in Spain, I was on vacation there for two months and was so excited because I could never really afford to take vacations throughout my childhood. So being 18 and free there seemed like the best
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
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
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
Kei wants a simple and happy marriage with someone love her. She finally meet her husband and willing to share her past story with her husband. Great love contain forgiveness. She love her husband so much, she is very afraid
About 6 years ago I was working for a Hospital in the ER and was set up with a blind date with a paramedic named C. At first he was nice and seemed normal but then became very obsessive and
It started in the bar where he flirted with me and I liked it. I flirted too and my friend was happy to have introduced us. It started in the club where he kissed me and I kissed him back.
I was molested in a religious setting. I was enticed away from my husband by a monk who is in a position of power in a non-profit Hindu institution. He is a monk who comes from India every year to
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
It all started in a place I thought I would be safe. I was reluctant in telling my story and I replayed these beliefs in my mind “No one believed me when I tried to report the issues, so what’s
I don’t know where i should write this, but i want people to know the effects of PTSD after sexual agression. I have not found yet how to heal from it. I had two major events and a lot of
It was one of those suffocating, hot Delaware days in mid-July. You know the type of weather I am talking about. So humid that it felt like you were inhaling steam instead of air when you tried to take a
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
I remember telling myself to think about the Ocean. When difficult moments came up in my life, I would always remind myself to think about the Ocean. I would try and picture that I was sitting by the water. Calm,
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,
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
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
She locked herself in the bathroom and stared into the mirror. She was looking at herself, but the world didn’t seem as familiar as before. In her eyes, she saw a different person—she saw someone else. Face distorted, body morphed,
I am probably the least likely individual to access this platform. However there is presently a rage growing inside of me that at some point may not be able to be contained . I am a 58 year old father
Hello my name is Linda , I have always considered myself to be strong and worthy of respect. But that all changed on November 24, 2018. I had returned home after working out of town. As a nurse of 25
It was a humid night in June or July of 2014, Timber was playing from the open windows of my dads Silverado. I was sitting on top of the truck with my little brother(6) and my friend (13) ( I
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
This will come as no surprise to many, but I found myself thinking about my rape more and more during the Kavanaugh hearings. The rich student party boys taking advantage of girls at parties, forcing themselves upon at least one
This story is about ten years old. In fact I don’t actually remember which year it happened. But what I’m sure of, is that I was around 9 years old. Now I’m 18 and I feel like I need to
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
This is my 3rd time trying to write this. It was may 7th, 2019. Around 9:30 I started texting him let’s call him BT he was with a friend AG. I had been grounded for 3 months and I wanted
My name is Vanessa Morbeck. I served in the United States Army from 2012 to 2016. In my four years of active duty service I encountered 15 cases of sexual assault/harassment/rape/gang rape and then retaliation for reporting. That cost me
Confidence, Strength, and Courage By Anthony Rivers 2/20/2019 One thing I have learned to do well is to present my life in a way that shows confidence, strength, and courage. I wake up every day and go to work like
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
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