Chloe’s Story: was i asking for it?
I am 16 years old and I was sexually assaulted. He was my friend, or at least that’s what I thought. When he first started talking to me, he was getting drunk by himself. He was in a bad place,
I am 16 years old and I was sexually assaulted. He was my friend, or at least that’s what I thought. When he first started talking to me, he was getting drunk by himself. He was in a bad place,
I was going out to a party with my friends and I saw two guys who I knew from my ex boyfriend. If I only would’ve left my dorm a few minutes later or walked around a different way then
Hello, my name is Rose Dube, 23-year-old aspiring Entrepreneur, 2020 Medical Microbiology Masters Candidate at the University of Pretoria, Allan Gray Orbis Foundation Candidate Fellow, writer, sexual abuse survivor, drug addict survivor, mental health advocate. Sexual abuse in our beautiful
I am an African American female Veteran, I have done 2 tours in Iraq. My entire life has been filled with abuse. At age 4 I was molested by my mother’s boyfriend, my mother was mentally disabled. At age 6
One step-father: Age ?? – Age 13, Wisconsin & Missouri 1. Creep into my room. 2. Pull back my covers up to my stomach. 3. He only watched, and never touched. 4. For how long though? 5. It gets cold,
I was raped just over 4 years ago. It took me 2 years to accept that I was raped. Although the statistics are bleak, I regret not reporting it at the time. But it wasn’t the right time. I was
Hi my name is Evelyne, I live in Canada. Here is a resume of my story. (I’m not use to write in English) 2 month after I was 18 years old I was rape. I was rape while I was
When I was 16 I snuck into a trendy city bar with my other underaged friends and some college students. We drank a whole lot and I met a man in his late 50’s. He was put together and decent
I’m not sure why I’m writing this now. Maybe to obtain some degree of closure or just put to paper the thoughts that rattle around in my mind before I force them away. I don’t know, but I feel compelled
sometimes i wonder – did you think about me, my future when you did what you did? or were you really that shortsighted and selfish? did you really not care? i’ve long since tried to find reason when there was
I was a freshman in college, it was spring quarter – a time when class loads are lighter, everyone is excited for the sun to finally come out after a long, strenuous, difficult winter quarter. The booze was also flowing.
My brother molested me when i was six. I always thought it was a dream in the back of my head but it wasn’t. That same brother just got out of jail for watching child pornography. So I was afraid
Dear Maddy, It’s okay that you get sad sometimes. It’s okay to cry and to be angry about it. You’re allowed to be disappointed, confused, tired and weak. You don’t have to be happy and strong all of the time.
For the first 11 years of my life, I was raised and groomed as a sex toy, mostly for my male family members. However, my mother would also often trade me to other men for various things: drugs, money… love
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
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
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
over 30 years ago… a typical high school party – drinking… yes I was. we all were. 8th graders crashing their older brothers’ party found me passed out on a couch I had just turned 17 my memories include: –
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 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
Working at the beach of the cook coma end of the night with a shot and a half of year then blacked out. Got found downtown parked the opposite direction asleep in my car by police officers knocking on my
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
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
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
Hi Everyone, Anyone or No one… I just have this inane feeling of wanting to express what I have lived in words for anyone to read or take advice or criticise. I don’t even know what I want other than
I have carried the weight of my childhood traumas for twenty years too long. I have grown numb to the trauma from my adulthood and allowed it to make it’s home every nook and cranny that it could. There are
I’m currently a 27 year olds and it’s been about four months since my family found out that my brother had been sexually abusing me around the ages of 7-12. I’m struggling every single day to figure out what’s next
Hi, Ok this is tough actually still have nightmares to this day. Because of all the emotional sexual physical abuse from my ex husband who i married at 16.. I Was a child he would buy me and my friends
When I was about 9 years old, I was always at my grandmas house. She lived with my aunt, uncle, and my 3 cousins. The latest of the 3 was named Austin. He was my favorite because we always hung
I was five years old when it happened, and my cousin (which was 8 at the time) raped me. Nobody believes children can rape other children, especially when your a boy. I was told things like ” oh she was
So… I was in a relationship right out of high school with a woman (We’ll call her Kate and by the way, I’m a woman, as well). She cheated on me and things ended badly with me immediately picking up
It started when I was 4 years old, too young to know much about the world. He was 12. He was someone I looked up to, someone I loved and thought could never do me wrong. He was my older
Starting high school was a huge transition for me, as I am sure it is for most young girls. I lived in a city with two high schools. Many of the friends that I grew up with either went to
I was sexually abused by my stepfather. My mother met him when I was two years old I remember nothing from my childhood before the 7th grade. I told my mother what happened I don’t know if she ever believed
What to do? I ask myself… going on 3hrs now…going on 3+yrs now. So much pain, so much heart ache, so much fear…I thought he was my friend, to say the least…I was always his…so I sit here with my
Almost two years ago now, I was raped on new years eve. One of my best friends from high school was having a house party and I was home from my first year in college. All of my close high-school
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,
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
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