Anonymous Story: Bamboo
I met him on Dec 2, 2016, when I had dinner with a group of friends. And we got to know each other and hang out on Dec 3 for lunch and board game with a group of friends. During
Anonymous Story: Where Is My Childhood?
I think it stopped when I was 8, but I’ll never be sure I can’t remember everything but thought I was a whore. I didn’t know that this was not how families had to be I only knew that it
Jane’s Story: The Older Guy and The Black Out
It’s taken me five years to gain a true perspective over what happened to me, but even now I cannot be certain. It always seemed like my fault. I got myself into a scary situation and wasn’t sensible enough to
Anonymous Story: When I Was Little
When I was little he took advantage Now I’m 30 with all this baggage I don’t remember being a kid And it’s all because of what he did He stole my virginity god knows when How to I even start
Reena’s Story
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
R’s Story
It was 14 years ago. I was 18. It was three weeks before college. My parents went out of town. I invited a few friends over. One of them was “J,” a 21 year old coworker and longtime friend. I
Anonymous Story: Worst night of my life
I was only 15-16 and he was 18-19 (I can’t remember the exact age). We were sort of neighborhood friends, but not really. I never knew him personally. I just knew him because one of my friends had dated him
Zi’s Story: my childhood
I tell people I trust that I was molested which in my mind, seems far from the truth. Maybe if I was only molested, I wouldn’t have as many problems as I do now. I wasn’t just molested – I
Anonymous Story: My Secret to tell
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
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
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
Laiba story: The 14 year Old Sexual Abuse Survivor Story
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
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: 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
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
Laiba’s Story: Abuse Story
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
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: 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: 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: Raped By Bother
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
A’s Story: New Years Eve
Almost two years ago now, I was raped on new years eve. One of my best friends from high school was having a house party and I was home from my first year in college. All of my close high-school
Alanis’ Story: He Told Me I Deserved It
It was a month after my 16th birthday and I had this boyfriend who I had been dating for a few weeks. He was nice to start with but then he got with this group of friends and he started
Anonymous Story: This Is My Story of a Lad I Knew Who Raped Me and Got Away With It
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
Amanda’s Story: Not a Single Person Knows
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,
Libby’s Story: 33 YEARS LATER…
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
Anonymous Story: A Victim at Seven
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