Cassidy’s Story: More Than Once
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
Sarah’s Story: I Was Only 14
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
Anonymous Story: Me Too
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
Anonymous Story: Raped By Alabama Volunteer Firefighter of the Year
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
A’s Story: New Years Eve
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
Jess’ Story: Delayed Reaction and Unraveling
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,
Tay’s Story: I Hope Someone Believes Me
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
Katie’s Story: KU Football Players Play More Than Just Football
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
Anonymous Story: Me Too
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
Anonymous Story: My “Not-RAPE”
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,
Ella’s Story: My Own Friend
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
Anonymous Story: “W” is for Waterfall
Every night he would come into my bedroom. I woke up out of it so drunk in sleep I think I was drugged. I could not feel anything happening while I lie asleep. I wake up with the covers thrown
Lianna’s Story: I Don’t Even Know His Name
It has now been almost a year since it happened. As the year mark creeps closer, the memories of that night and the following day flood my mind. I don’t even know what happened. Some would say it’s my own
Anonymous Story: I’m Fine
I haven’t thought of you in years; I must be fine I have a life now, a healthy relationship, a career and success; I must be fine I was drunk that night, my fake ID worked, I felt on top
Breaking the Cycle: A Life of Sexual Abuse and The Alcoholic it Created
My parents divorced when I was probably about 6 years old, and my brother, Bryan, and I were stuck with my mother. I would learn several years later in life that our father did try to get custody multiple times,
Genevieve’s Story: I Wasn’t Sure If It Was Rape
It was my first semester at college. It was 2014. I have never spoken to anyone about this in my life. It is partly because I don’t know if I would define it as rape. Mostly because the detail are
Anonymous Story: He Still Thinks It’s Okay
I am a music producer. I worked in the industry for years as a musician and finally reached a point where I was running my own label. I endured a lot of crass comments, and had been asked out and
Jessica’s Story: Traumatic Events Led to Being a Mommy
Hello, my names Jessica and I’m an addict. I’m 19 years old and struggling with PTSD and bipolar disorder, as well as the urge not to use any drugs. Me, 7 months ago: There isn’t a certain drug I’d consider
Jennifer’s Story: He Thought I Was Mad He Left in the Morning
Drink one. Drink two. Drink seven. Alcohol can create blur lines for yourself, and eventually, put you in a place of darkness. One minute you’re standing there with your friends having a good time, the next minute you’re waking up
Janine’s Story: Time to Heal
You have to connect to the ground, and open your heart, to create space, and stand in integrity, to speak your truth. This is a story about healing….my ongoing journey to heal from what was an unspeakable trauma. My hope
Olivia’s Story: A Stranger I Had Been Dating For Six Months
I don’t remember the day or the hour or even the month. All I remember was it was a warmer winter night. My boyfriend, who I had been dating for about 6 months at this point, was upset we wouldn’t
V’s Story: He Bought Me A Bag of Chips and Told Me to Get Plan B
Two years ago I aborted the child of my rapist. To this day I still feel sick to my stomach at the thought of this. This man had the ability to remove all sense of control from me and break
Anonymous story: fraternity men
I was raped by a Fraternity man who I was actually very close friends with. I knew the majority of the men in the Frat and had spent every day with them for months. I considered them to be some of my closest friends. I had told this one particular man that I did not ever plan on hooking up with him.
Anonymous Story: Alcohol, Alcohol
In the light of morning, with a pounding head and dry mouth, I woke to find a hand touching me. I rolled over to find a man who was only vaguely familiar, but definitely not someone I knew. I didn’t even know his first name, let alone his last.
sufiana’s story: I’m a Victim, I’m a Survivor, I’m a Victim
Now I had new nightmares; it wasn’t just him touching me, him hitting, punching, kicking, whipping, wasn’t just him putting things inside me, tying me so I wouldn’t move. There were others. And he would tell them where to hit me, when and where to touch me, what to put inside me.
Anonymous Story: Temporary friend
e knew what he did and he knew it wasn’t okay. Worst of all is I blamed myself and I still do for not knowing how it all happened, how my clothes came off, how I allowed my rebellion to lead me there, did he even use protection!?
My Story: I Just Need to Tell It
Once he told me, I told him we needed to talk about our options in the event that I fell pregnant. The day he came over, he told me he’d kick me down the stairs if he had to. I told him to get the fuck out.
Anonymous Story: Police did not believe me
The female cop got out of the car to talk to my friend, and I went inside the car to talk to the male cop, I remember not being able to explain my self properly, all I knew is that something was wrong , something bad has happend to me, hyperventilating I tried to explain the time line of events,
Anonymous Story: I Was Roofied
I tried collecting myself to text a friend to let them know where I was and what had happened, but I couldn't focus or coordinate myself. I have no idea how long I was in the washroom for. It couldn't have been for long, but what I can remember about that part of the night is that two people escorted me out the club through the back door away from my friends.
Anonymous Story: 2nd Floor Bathroom
How the fuck did I get in this situation? I was working really hard not to get this fucked. I worked so hard to not be a whore. Does this act make me a whore? A slut? I am a whore. I am a slut. Why the fuck did I even talk to this guy. Why the fuck did I get myself into this situation. This situation sucks. Not knowing anything sucks. I hate this. I will never know what really happened.
Eva’s Story: I Was A Victim Too
I hope this gets out to someone in a similar situation, who doubts themselves because their partner never gives clear answers. I used to fight, but I have become a coward. I hope to fight again one day.
K’s Story: He Told Me Nothing Happened
I think I've been raped. I go back in my room and laugh about my sexual escapades with my roommates, not telling them what I really think happened.
Anonymous Story: I Was A Virgin
I woke up in the morning sore and covered in scrapes. My friends were all discussing the night before and my best friend said she couldn’t find me for like an hour and then she saw me coming out of the forest wearing pants that were way too big on me. She said I couldn’t even speak properly and I had stripes of blood on my cheeks. She immediately took me to take a morning after pill.
Anonymous Story: Untitled
I was just 15 when it happened Or perhaps just freshly 16 That’s the funny thing about these type of things You remember them but you don’t quite. I was so dumb So naive to have thought that he was
Anonymous Story: Survivor?
My heart aches still. And at age 42 I still carry immense guilt and hate for myself. I can’t feel loved. I have no self worth and I am disgusting.
Anonymous Story: no remorse
I don't know how to explain very well but I just feel like I wasn't me. I don't have any clear memories from that time. I ran away a week after that. I ran with a boy I went to a alternative school with almost 2 hours away. His mom & stepdad smoked k2 with us.
Anonymous Story: Abusive Athlete
slipped and fell to the ground. He raped me. The next morning I asked and he teased me. He tormented for years with name calling and abusive behavior.
Anonymous Story: Shipmates.
I went to the bathroom and threw up from nervousness. I cried and hyperventilated until I threw up again. I washed my face and put on my clothes. They reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. I check my phone and of course, it's dead. I leave the hotel, get on the next bus home, and cry some more to myself.
Rawley’s Story: I Never Had Many Male Friends
i never had many male friends but you are flamboyant and easy to talk to you feel like a brother it’s always film talk and laughter we make dirty jokes and talk about the women we lust after. and then
Anonymous Story: Lifetime shame
I had a fear of my mom catching us because Z emphasized not to tell anyone or else we’d get in a lot of trouble.