I’m gonna find this very hard and I don’t know if it will be okay if me to post this on here but here it goes. I am rape victim and I need to get my story out there because
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,
Along with millions of avid viewers, I’ve been a fan of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit for almost 20 years. The compassion these characters have for victims of sexual assault is unparalleled to the strong burden of shame and
Sometimes I get a little resentful and angry that nobody noticed. I was amazing at hiding it, but sometimes I find myself questioning why no one saw through my façade. Why no one recognizes that I’m still hurting. Then again,
My name is W. At the age of fourteen, I got into a fight in my school changing rooms after school hours with a soccer player from another school. It started as three strangers picking on me, nothing out of
When I was in college in the late 1970s, for a year I shared a house with 3 other girls off-campus. There was a houseful of boys next door. One night I came home about 10pm to a roaring party
After I got divorced in 1990 I drank real heavily, and hung out in bars, looking for love in all the wrong places. One guy who I had chatted with a few times, invited me over for “dinner”. He was
This will be the first telling of the story, my story. The story my body will remember through my fingertips and the thick folds of my brain, my lips as I speak it. My body remembers. I get lost in
We were in love. You were my second boyfriend and I was around 18 or 19 when it happened. When we got together I felt so lucky to have you, a kind boy, with a sense of naïveity about you.
Still, after 33 years, I cannot get these thoughts out of my head. The first time is supposed to be special, with the one you love, or at least with the one you choose. My first time was not like
Because of what happened recently, I’m filled with hurt and anger with Kavanaugh’s case. From the beginning… I was in 5th grade, at my elementary school. I got bullied a lot, I was never noticed. Girls would tell me my
My parents divorced when I was 6. There was his drug abuse, his belligerent attitude, financial instability because of his drug use, and the way I was treated. He was rarely around because my mom wouldn’t let him use drugs
President Trump says “she doesn’t remember what year it was, she doesn’t remember where it happened” etc but I do t remember the day either. I don’t remember what day it was that I learned how to get out of
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
I was 22 at the time, I went out to a party with a couple friends of mine. After a couple rounds of drinks I realized I was a little too drunk to drive home and the host of party,
Victims Syndrome I am the mother of a brutally raped victim. I am 54, she is 22 and was not experienced in dealing with manipulative men. Upon learning all the details of this horrendous ongoing event in my own home,
I agreed to go on a date with a man with whom I had a mutual friend in common. I was told he was nice and attending law school. Very self-conscious, young for my grade, reserved with a plethora of
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
I was seeing a man at the time, he was in his early 30’s and I wasn’t sure if I was completely attracted to him. He was more of a “lets get drinks tonight” fling and nothing more. He worked
In 1956, when I was 11, living in Fresno, Ca., the summer was hot and a neighbor had a pool in his back yard for his young son. Two of my girlfriends in the neighborhood and I all went to
Ive always been one to fall to hard and too fast for a guy, when i care about someone i care deeply even when i see the red flags. That’s the funny part about life though, sometimes you see the
I can’t remember when it started. The first memory dates back to when I was 6 or 7 years old. I was the youngest child at that time and the only daughter. I was getting ready for bed and my
Thank you for this invitation to share my story. I have been so ripped apart by the Kavanaugh “inquiry” and so grateful for Christine Blasey Ford’s bravery to bear the virulent assaults she predicted in sharing her story of his
” That’s just how boys are ” will always be the words I hate . My story starts with Homecoming night 1995 .I was 14 and very excited to be asked to Homecoming dance .The boy was my then 1st
ME TOO The first time I was raped I was 13. Obviously too young to even have any idea what was happening, or why. I’ve put this behind me now, moved on. It doesn’t define me, not anymore. It certainly
Why didn’t I report it? “Will I lose my job if I say no?” I asked. “I can’t help you,” replied the Vice President of Human Resources. It was sometime in the early 1980’s – I’m guessing about 1982 or
I met him in college. I always liked to try to be a friend for everyone, especially to people who may not have a lot of friends because I believe everyone needs someone. This was the case with him. He
I was put up for adoption at birth and was adopted at the age of six months by a church-going couple who had adopted a boy three years earlier. Apparently the state thought things were safe in this household, but
I was a teenage rocker in Houston. I was 16 in 1977. There was a party house on the corner of Farnham St. and Hwy 59. The old house is gone now and replaced by a building. It was also
“Perfect hindsight” is the best discription I can offer at 65 yo about past sexual abuse, assault & mental oppression suffered at the whim of men who apparently target girls, women that carry a lifelong supressed psycological humiliation even if
To be honest, I’m really not sure if my story(ies) qualify. I know what happened was wrong. But, when I read and hear all of the multitude of stories that have happened to other women, I say to myself “well,
7 years ago I was 19 and falling for a marine. We had been talking for a couple of weeks and trying to get to know each other or I thought I was. He seemed like a great guy, had
hi. My name is Joy. Not my birth name. But the name I give myself. It’s how I reclaim me from the degradation and shame of assault and abuse. It started when I was a little girl about 7. He
#MeToo. Ever since Trump announced his presidency and then won. My nightmares started again, have to go to the closet or in shower and cry. Secrets, Secrets, Secrets. Been abused since I was five years old then my half-brother then
I was out with my friend, we went to a University corridor party. I didn’t know anyone there and the next day I had to work, we didn’t want to drink much, only three beers we said. I don’t know
It was late 1997 and I was joining the US Army Reserves out of Durham, NC. My recruiter took a liking to me that went too far. He would call me at my mom’s house and tell me he needed
It was February 4th, 2007, Superbowl Sunday. I was working at Papa Murphy’s, a job that I had only had a month. We were so slammed that my boss asked me to work two hours of overtime. I called up
When I told you I liked you, you asked my to be your girlfriend. I happily accepted. I trusted you, I knew you. We were friends since nursery all year way up to this point where you are 14, I’m
I am 38 years old, be 39 August 25 (a week from now). I have been seeing a therapist out here in Oregon for 14 months now. My therapist is a good one and I am glad I found her.