Beth’s Story: My Cousin Abused Me

Beth’s Story: My Cousin Abused Me

I just need someone to understand, someone to give me the love that, I might deserve. I hide my dark thoughts through my personality, a bubbly, silly, larger than life character, who is also shy, and modest. I hide. How do I carry on? How do I find someone who understands? How do I learn to love? How do I gain self belief?

M’s Story: 16 Times

M’s Story: 16 Times

I am sitting here, and a perpetrator is being inaugurated into the presidency, in the United States. I can not function today. I needed to tell my story somewhere because starting last night I kept waking up with these numbers repeating over and over again, my own thoughts and my own story jolting me throughout the night. And today, a day where I can not move. I am frozen.

Fay’s Story: Was I Raped?

Fay’s Story: Was I Raped?

I was in the end of an abusive relationship and I’m not sure if I can consider this rape so I’m curious. I feel like I need to know. I don’t even remember what started this particular fight but we

Kelsey’s Story: Fifteen Months

Kelsey’s Story: Fifteen Months

Fifteen months have come and gone, But memories still burn Everyone has told their story, but I’ve yet to have my turn. On websites, strangers cry for help And others tell their story To be a victim is to have

Tara’s Story: Support

Tara’s Story: Support

I am the third generation of childhood sexual abuse in my family. Three generations of girls who were treated like their purpose was to please men who held power over them. I was the first to tell and be believed.

Jessica’s Story: Once Upon a Time

Jessica’s Story: Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time, there was a girl who experienced her first sexual orgasm. That girl was me, Jessica. It all happened one day around 1997 when my older half sister asked if she could perform a lewd sex act

N/A’s Story: I made my rapist a bagel

N/A’s Story: I made my rapist a bagel

I was sixteen and in the best relationship of my entire life. One that even after the rape, I would stay in and stick out no matter the harm we caused. We were very sexual beings after July 13th when

A Hockey Player’s Story: Beware: Coaches rape adults too

A Hockey Player’s Story: Beware: Coaches rape adults too

He was my hockey coach in 2 different leagues; at McGill University and at a recreational women’s league in Westmount, Quebec. I had known him for about five years. We had previously flirted, even kissed and fooled around on occasion.

Louise’s Story: He was jealous of my new friendship

Louise’s Story: He was jealous of my new friendship

If this becomes long, sorry! So April/May 2016, thanks to a newspaper article I get back in touch with an old friend. He asks me if I’m happy in the relationship I am currently in with my partner, I admit

Catherine’s Story: I was only 7

Catherine’s Story: I was only 7

I am 14 now, and i have severve PTSD, i can hardly sleep at night and im disgusted with myself. I'm constantly terrified he'll come back, he knows where I live, and hes a family member. My mother trusts him more than my older brother and would make me go places with him if he came back

A Survivor’s Story: Shouldn’t Have Trusted Him

A Survivor’s Story: Shouldn’t Have Trusted Him

I was still healing, I couldn't accept that this person I had trusted, had leaned on, had betrayed me. I couldn't cope with it at the time. So i never said anything and we continued being friends for months after that.

Lauren’s Story: We Deserve Better

Lauren’s Story: We Deserve Better

The most important thing I have learned is that sex doesn’t need to be scary or forced or painful or hurtful or upsetting, and those are the only words I could have used to describe it when I was with A. I want other women to know that someone being your boyfriend does not give them a free pass to do whatever they want. It might seem like an obvious thing to lots of people, but I think when you’re in the middle of something like that, it feels very complicated.

Danielle’s Story

Danielle’s Story

Then, while I was dancing with my back turned toward the male student, he reached around me without warning and put his hand down the front of my pants and inside my underwear. I immediately pushed his arm away to get his hand out of my pants and continued dancing as if nothing was wrong. I was so embarrassed but felt utterly dirty and helpless.

Alana’s Story: Raped by Stepdad

Alana’s Story: Raped by Stepdad

Its just really hard and I can't belive I'm actually writing about it. Every time after it happened I would feel ashamed I hated myself for what I was forced to so and could never look at myself the same way. I lost all my innocence.

Laura’s Story: The Night I’ll Never Forget

Laura’s Story: The Night I’ll Never Forget

For a whole year thereafter, I beat myself up over my stupidity for allowing our relationship to escalate that night in New York. The depression and anxiety from that experience followed me around like a dark shadow. Eventually, I began to realize that I had done nothing wrong. I didn't mislead him; he didn't care about what I was saying or doing. I didn't allow it; I felt threatened having a man nearly twice my body weight on top of me. Most importantly, I never consented.

Anonymous Story: It Would Tear my Family Apart

Anonymous Story: It Would Tear my Family Apart

Then, his cousin would tell him what else to do to me. I've always wondered if his cousin abused him. It went on for about two years. I always thought that if I told anyone, people would believe him because he was younger.

Mery’s Story: I had lost everything that night

Mery’s Story: I had lost everything that night

That night my father taught me how you can die.. He took away everything I had.. I was 7 and since then he never stopped. Now I'm 20.. My mom left me when I was little, I don't even remember her…

Gianna’s Story: Still There

Gianna’s Story: Still There

i only really tried to stop him for a solid 3 minutes and then just laid there and waited for him to be done so i can leave.

Autumn Latour’s Story: It had to be the people

Autumn Latour’s Story: It had to be the people

I am a survivor. I am 14 years old right now. When I was getting abused I was 8 years old. I was sexually assaulted two different ways by two different men. Well here is my story…

Lexi’s Story: Freshman Year

Editor’s note: All names have been removed in order to not identify the attacker. Unfortunately my story sounds a lot like like a million others. It happened four years ago when I was eighteen. It was a Saturday night during

Anonymous Story: Sexual assault is no joke, trust me.

Anonymous Story: Sexual assault is no joke, trust me.

At that moment in time I didn't even care about what had just happened to me because I was just so focused on trying to help my friend, trying all I could to wake her up but I couldn't move. It was like I was in a room full of people and I was screaming but no one could hear me.

Anonymous Story: I was raped

Anonymous Story: I was raped

And I barely slept that night I couldn't stop replaying what happen I did the whole way on the trip never said anything to my boyfriend. I wanted to have a good weekend with him. Later that night the guy called me and asked if I was ok and apologized for being so forceful. So I didn't want to believe he raped me I just said ok

Anonymous Story: I Thought it was Over…

Anonymous Story: I Thought it was Over…

I have been manipulated, lied too and I was lonely. I was expressing my feelings all over social media, hoping they would realise what they have done. Instead he made himself the victum in the situation…and this was only the

Celia’s Story: I am not a Soldier

Celia’s Story: I am not a Soldier

I have a disease that belongs to those of war, to those who’ve seen the blood spilled over a hill that everyone wants. A strategically placed mound of dirt, now covered in blood, a hill that will turn the course

Lucy’s Story: I thought he would fix me

Lucy’s Story: I thought he would fix me

I dont like the label 'survivor of domestic abuse'. I dont think that just because i didnt die that i survived at all. Parts of me that once were great are now gone. The person that i was no longer exists. The person i could of been will never exist. They say that you wouldnt be who you are today without the things that happen to you, good or bad. The saddest part of that is that i agree, i just know im not the person i was supposed to be anymore.

Anonymous Story: My freshman nightmare

Anonymous Story: My freshman nightmare

Later, I would think I should have fought him harder. I should have said no repeatedly until he got the message. I should have told him to leave. But in the moment, I just wanted it to be done already.

Debbie’s Story: I Wish I Would’ve Done Something About It

Debbie’s Story: I Wish I Would’ve Done Something About It

I need you to know that everyday is an intense battle to get out of bed, to act normal, to try and make it through the day without a breakdown. I need you to know that I will forever have internal scars and self harm scars. I need you to know that this has changed my entire life and that I will never be the same person again.

Michelle is no longer the victim: Stopping the Cycle

Michelle is no longer the victim: Stopping the Cycle

Assault 1. My cousin took me to “see the bunnies” when I was 4. He showed me his penis and instructed me to touch and lick it. I cried no, and have no memory after. The family kept it a

Anonymous Story: I Don’t Understand, Sometimes I wonder if I was put on Earth just to be used

Anonymous Story: I Don’t Understand, Sometimes I wonder if I was put on Earth just to be used

When people talk about rape, they often think rape steals your innocence. For me, rape and sexual abuse atole everything! It stole my entire childhood. It stole my friends and my family. It stole my dreams. It ultimately made me drop out of school. Ive destroyed my body and have scars all over both thighs and from my wrist to my forearm on one arm.

Anonymous Story: I thought it was normal

Anonymous Story: I thought it was normal

To this day I cannot think of having sex with a partner. My friends are going out and loosing their virginities and my mind immediately wanders to the worst case scenarios. Will he stop if I say No? Will he try an goad me into sexual favours? Will he take advantage of me like all those years ago.

Ona’s Story: I am no longer a victim, I am a victor

Ona’s Story: I am no longer a victim, I am a victor

no longer have any contact with him and I grew to become a much stronger person. I was able to forgive him and myself and move forward. Anyone who is reading this, there is a happy ending for us. Don't allow yourself and others to make you feel ashamed like it's your fault. Don't give up. We are not victims but victors.

Richard Matheson’s Story: Groomed by older man

Richard Matheson’s Story: Groomed by older man

I sat down and he walked over to the television and put on a porn video and asked if I was ok with it and I said yes so he left me there while he went to fix us a drink.as I sat there watching his TV he came in and sat next to me and handed me a glass of gin which I soon gulped down then he started talking about sex and by this time I was real drunk and that's when it all changed as he pinned me down on the sofa and started kissing me

Dalas’ Story: It Happened More Than Once

Dalas’ Story: It Happened More Than Once

I was a rape victim for 4 years for two different people, here is my story. When I was 10 years old my mom had a good friend named P., who was like an aunt to my younger sister and

Kristin’s Story: Imagine

Kristin’s Story: Imagine

I recently spoke at a high school graduation and for the first time went public about my experience with Childhood Sexual Abuse & domestic violence. Imagine being 7 years old, walking into your bedroom after taking your nightly bath, and

Elizabeth’s Story: My Worst Nightmare

Elizabeth’s Story: My Worst Nightmare

Nobody really knows my whole, true story. I don’t like to talk about it; however, I think people need to quit assuming they know everything and gossiping, slut shaming me, and making it seem as though I was never a

Anonymous Story: Letter To My Rapist

Anonymous Story: Letter To My Rapist

I don’t even know where to begin…where does one start to tell the details of the night that changed everything. The night that made me question everything I had ever thought about people, about the world, about myself. The night

Angelica’s Story: I Almost Settled Down With My Rapist

Angelica’s Story: I Almost Settled Down With My Rapist

It’s been a rough year to say the least. I’ve been experiencing some major life changes, and although I’ve rekindled and began many great, fulfilling friendships and prayed as hard as I could to the Heavenly Father to alleviate this

Amelia’s Story: Trust

Amelia’s Story: Trust

I grew up in a family that talked about sexual abuse. My father was a pastor. My mother worked with children often. I knew all the signs, or so I thought. The only thing they really didn’t mention to me

Anonymous Story: Can’t Forget

Anonymous Story: Can’t Forget

I don’t remember it happening. Shit. Now that I’m thinking hard of enough I do. Shit. Now that I’m thinking hard enough. I can remember his body pressed on mine. Stop. Shame. I don’t remember how many times it happened.

Anonymous Story: 14 Years of Youth

Anonymous Story: 14 Years of Youth

At the age of 14 my friends were all older by atleast a year and all sexually active which meant I felt like there was something wrong with me. I went with two of them to a party with a