Rebecca’s Story: what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger
I was born into a Christian family with 8 kids. 6 years old- my brother who is 6 years older than me, made me his whore 10 years old- he went to college to study the Bible 12 years old-
I was born into a Christian family with 8 kids. 6 years old- my brother who is 6 years older than me, made me his whore 10 years old- he went to college to study the Bible 12 years old-
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
I’ll never forgive you. I always felt like an outcast. A young girl with social anxiety, afraid to speak. Any time I tried to break the cycle, I was quickly shut down, so it became natural to just not speak.
Hello, This is my story, and I want people to hear it and understand the gravity of how social media ruins people’s lives. When I was fresh out of high school, I was wooed and persuaded into dating
I was 16 ,two months before 17, and I knew him since I was 13 It was night . I really loved him. I was watching him walking with all my love in my eyes. Here we are , time
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
Valentine’s Day, because of him this date will always be stuck in my head. The underwear I wore, the teddy bear he gave me, the pants, my top, my bra, everything, I wore that day, I will remember because of
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,
Hello all i would like to tell everything hope hear i get some help and others also learnt from this.when i am 9 years old i meet one guy at my school. His name is [Y] and he is my
I have been following and my wife has been involved with a man who preys on women. Luring them to Disney under the notion that he is in an open or broken relationship. He then proceeds to use the women
Growing up, I had the perfect life, the perfect family. We had family holidays together, with my grandmother, my aunts and uncles, and all my cousins. Before each holiday, my cousins and I would stay the night at my grandmothers.
It was something that I wouldn’t have ever thought would have happened that day. It was a fun day right? A group of 6 friends hanging out smoking weed joking, smoking. I can remember [D] suggesting we go on a
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
Dear Stepfather, Every day I think about what you did to me. Every day it haunts me. Every day is a struggle to get through, knowing my mother defends you. Knowing you don’t belong here and yet she defends you
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
20y/o female. About 6 months ago, I was raped. I was at a little get together with some friends and a couple friends of friends. I knew one of the “friends of friends”, named Z for anonymity. Z was always
Disclaimer: this is the first time I speak of this so im writing a lot. It feel amazing to take this weight off my back August 19th 2010 has become a day I wish I could erase from the calendar.
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 19 and he was a father of my best friend S.N. HE was a close friend of my family and my father was about to start a business venture with him. It happened when HE was drunk, I
[J] I hope you’re happy with what you caused. I was only a preteen when you started and I can’t believe you had the heart to look at me the way you do and touch me how you’ve touched me.
Once upon a time she was a little baby 4 year old girl, we were with my Mother visit to my grandmother, to my Mother’s Mother. I was in my grandmother’s yard and he came my cousin [N] of [G]
He said he wanted to marry me. I believed him. I wanted to marry him, too. He was my true first love; you know, the one we dream about. The one that sweeps us off of our feet and makes
While writing this my hands are trembling . As I know I am about to relive the worst day of my life . Well it didnot end there and continued for some years . Let me give you a little
I really don’t know and I’m so confused about everything. I’m sorry this is sort of really long. Also, I’m sorry if I made any mistakes in writing this, I’m not a native English speaker. So, this is the story…
I still think of his smile. Something about the way it curved slightly upwards, knowingly. I remember the first time I saw it. It was such a confident smile, and after a brief moment of eye contact with him, it
Hi, my name is Kirsten In 1994 I was drugged and raped by my brother while my mom watched. He raped me a 2nd time when we were alone. I started To remember bits and pieces In 2008, and in
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
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
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
Reflection “Date Raped, 2003: How I lost my virginity” Let’s be honest, the first sexual experience I had was terribly flawed; it was forced. The person, who took it, was the person who was pouring tequila down my throat the
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
When I was about 23 years old I was raped by my boyfriends friend. It all saturated when I went to see my boyfriend at his place, we hung out for a bit and then he wanted to go downstairs
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
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.
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
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