Working at the beach of the cook coma end of the night with a shot and a half of year then blacked out. Got found downtown parked the opposite direction asleep in my car by police officers knocking on my
Hi random person reading this right now. Life hasn’t been the easiest for me by any means. High school brought me many of things in my life. Good and bad things. Friends that came and went, depression, anxiety, anorexia, low
I was sexually abused on multiple different occasions by fellow military members. Both took advantage of me while I was under the influence. I never got justice for the first one, though I went the legal route. I didn’t go
Hi my name is Ieisha Moore I’m a 28 year old women born and raised in Detroit MI. I’ve recently written a book entitled Facing My Truth Ieisha’s Story it talks about sexual molestation, domestic violence, and suicide. I was
TRIGGER WARNING This contains information about sexual assault and/or violence which may be triggering to survivors as well as suicide and self-harm. As a female, a teenager and as a person, sexual assault was discussed so I kinda knew a
May 31st, 2017 my life changed. I will never be the person I used to be, I will always carry the pain of what happened to me with me. I will always have the memory of my husband’s brother raping
I let it go on for so many years, and then I hit my breaking point. This happened when I was 16, after enduring severe abuse from my father for over a decade. I spent all that time scared, confused,
I find talking about [G] difficult now, as if I’m sharing the stories of a character in a book- an antagonist, a despot, a stranger who I knew so intimately for so long, but never really knew at all. A
I’ve written this in my head about a million times, but honestly after seeing people criticized for coming out later in life or “why didn’t they say something at that time” and the story that Terry Crews told and the
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
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
For me writing this is getting justice because in the society we live getting this justice is as impossible as breathing without air. My name is Laiba just Laiba. My surname does not define me in any shape or form
My friends and I were hanging out in a dorm room drinking and playing cards. He heard noise and walked in without knocking. It was the first week of college, we were all trying to get to know people, and
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
Hello, my name is Laiba. Just Laiba. My surname (Waseem) doesn’t define me in any shape or form, due to the fact not only is this my biological father’s name but also my abuser’s name. I was sexually abused from
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
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
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
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
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
Just another sad story on how poorly large companies treat customers. This time it is Airline – On Oct 5/2017 I flew home after a great trip to Ireland. The flight was long and stressful after the guy behind me
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
I was raped by my older half brother when I was 8 to 15. It all started when I was little he would always touch me or be different with me and I never knew why and one night he
Someone close to me tells me to speak my truth, and never stop speaking my truth. So here goes 2 years ago I was sexually assulted so bad I needed surgery to correct the wounds inflicted on me. It was
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
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
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
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,
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
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