SaoirSe Story: I Was Only Ten
I was ten years old when this happened to me. My cousins have a 4th of July party every year. Me and my mom had gone the year before so we decided to go again this year. We set off
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
Anonymous Story: An Open Letter to My Mother
An open letter to my mother. My earliest memories of you were when you were changing my diaper. When I asked about how old we were when we moved from the house you said 10 months. The memory plays without
Marcella’s Story
I can’t write this well as since a baby my mind has been in a protective fog and heart fractured into a million shards, like so many others who have survived violence. As a baby I wouldn’t let people hold
Anonymous Story: Assaulted By Two Family Members
I remember living in Kansas City,MO. I was just an 8 year old girl with no issues happy as can be. Nice house nice family.( so I thought.) My brother sister and I were all adopted at a very young
Sofia’s story: Ghost in my head
It started when I was 13. I was like most 13 year olds; naive and insecure. I met him through a chat app. We really hit it off. Then one day he said he was in love with me. I
Kasey’s Story: The Closest Ones Hurt the Most
When I was a child, 4 years old to be exact, having a family was a huge thing. An absent mother made it difficult for me to have that family, so having my Godmother and Godfather as that family was
Delilah’s Story: My Family Doesn’t Speak to Me Because of the TRUTH
Besides my mother,husband, and children and my FATHER.. NO ONE in my fathers side of the family knew my grandfather sexually assaulted me as a child. When it first started I was about 5-7 yrs old. It started with touching
Anonymous Story: A Quick Rundown of My Life: A Messy Essay
Warning:- long. I guess I’m just inanely babbling into the void here, which does help, just getting all your thoughts out. This is a very watered down essay of my stupidly complex life. I feel as though I should make
Ally’s Story: I Was Saving Myself For Marriage
It’s been 8 years and god knows how many days since I was 16 but I remember every agonizing thing and moment that happened during that time frame. If you knew me back then, you wouldn’t recognize me now. Not
Anonymous Story: Laws Can’t Protect You
I met a man online twice my age over the summer. He was handsome, charming, and supposedly everything I could ask for. Unfortunately, I didn’t know how much looks can be decieveing. I had just begun dating for the first
Anonymous Story: My Story
I never got attention from any man in my life before. My dad left me and my mom when I was born, and it was always me and my mom. I met my stepmother when I was little and she
Anonymous Story: Me Too
It was maybe a month after my birthday and I started talking to a guy online. He was 19 and asked if I wanted to hang out..me being a naïve little 15 year old, agreed. In the middle of the
Anonymous Story: Me Too
At the age of 6 or 7 I was sexually assaulted or harassed I don’t really know what to call it it was so unusual so out of the ordinary that it took me almost 20 years to be able
Anonymous Story: He Knew What He Was Doing
Dear Airman, It took me two years to write this letter, I’ve read the poems, I’ve read the quotes, I’ve read the stories of those we label as survivors, and heard first hand experiences. But there’s something about being told
Amelia’s Story: My Rapist Was My Boyfriend
Hey, my name is Amelia. I’m 16, and I was raped by my boyfriend. This is the story of my rape and how I survived and got help. I met him at school, he was really nice. I really liked
Kimberly’s Story: When It Never Heals
On the night of June 12, 1986 I was supposed to be having a good time enjoying a concert with my brother. While purchased our tickets I always knew how to get back stage. Prior to this concert I met
Laila’s Story: He Thought It Was a Compliment
I’m 15. I go to a girl school in London about 20 minutes away from home. The bus stop i get off at is near another high school- a mixed one. It was Christmas Jumper Day, and i was wearing
Weronika’s Story: Only a Touch
I don’t how should I start this. Telling someone about my story helps me at first, but later I feel like I had given my burden to someone else and I feel guilty because of that. But I can’t stay
Ashley’s Story: The Classmate and Neighbor
His name is B, and he ruined everything the day I moved to my new apartment with my parents when I was in the 7th grade. I was a sheltered kid, so human interaction from boys was a foreign concept
Anonymous Story: Broken
I’m not going to share EVERY memory of abuse with you… I would be here for a very long time writing… It is just an estimate (but I’m definitely “low balling” the number of times instead of over reaching) I
Anonymous Story: Why Me?
I am watching ‘Surviving R. Kelly’ and am now on Episode 3 and cannot stop crying….so close to home. I don’t speak of it, not ever with family and at the age of 45, I sadly only have but one
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: Afterthoughts
I am not sure what it is that holds me back from writing. For so long, writing has come easily to me. Maybe it wasn’t always fluid or grammatically correct, but it was simple and not forced. Lately, it has
Anonymous Story: Don’t Know If It’s a Big Deal Or Not
I was not raped. I dont know what it is. Disrespected mainly. But it still hurts a lot as if I did get raped. My stepdad started little by little. He would lightly put his hand on my butt around
Anonymous Story: Too Young To Know
My story starts when I was about 9-10 years old, I know for sure I was in fourth grade; My sister and I was being babysat by a local neighborhood mom that was a church woman and foster mom and
Anonymous Story: It Has Taken Me Awhile To Write About This
This will be painful. This will bring up things I don’t want to talk about. But I think it needs to be said. I think it needs to be written out. It’s therapeutic in a sort of way. This is
Kait’s Story: NYE Was Supposed To Be Fun
18 years old. New Year’s Eve. In my hometown. One of my brother’s closest friends. I had 1 drink. He had many. Texted me and asked me to see at my friend’s house, where I was. Meet him outside, he
Anonymous Story: He Took What He Thought Was His
I was at my friends birthday party while my boyfriend was out of town,after taking a pill I caught a train to a different party that my older brother was at. All his closest friends were there, most of which
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
Anonymous Story: A Note To My Love
Remember when we first started dating. it was in the summer. we went back to ur house and it was home alone. we laid in bed together and u kissed me. i didn’t like it but i knew it made
Anonymous Story: 15 Years and Counting
At the age of 5 I buried my biological father and almost lost my entire family. At the time my mother had adopted her young nieces and they had come to live with us. After my father passed away, everything
Anonymous Story: Me Too
I am an incest survivor, no beating around the bush. I grew up thinking that all females were to offer sexual services to any man who is interested. It was a small Pennsylvania dutch countryside, with a farm, chickens, cows,
Anonymous Story: Roller Coaster Project
It was a Thursday night, in early March of our junior year. I had spent the last couple of evenings at your house because you had been helping me build a roller coaster for my physics project. When I got
Anonymous Story: Little Pieces
In loving a monster, you lose yourself. You lose the way you laugh with the sweet taste of freedom on your tongue not too far behind. It is replaced with a hushed fear of impending wrath and judgment from him.
Eileen’s Story: A Victim For Too Long
In 1986, a month before I was married, I was assaulted (there is a police report) in the building where I worked in Bethesda, Maryland. This experience put a strain on our marriage as newlyweds. I lost my job three