I was about 6 or 7 yrs old when I was first sexually assaulted by one of my relatives close friends, my mom was away for the night and I had to spend the night with my older cousin and in the middle of the night I woke up to his friend rubbing his middle part on my bottom area, I remember i had on this little pink nightgown dress on and he lifted up my night gown and removed my underwear and got on top of me and held my head where I could not move it and was looking straight into my eyes while he assaulted me , I was just a little girl then and what he did to me was not right and I knew it wasn’t I cried and cried but he put his hand over my mouth and told me to keep quiet after he was done he told… Continue reading »
I was young. I was your average 3rd grade girl, I was outgoing and was pretty active, It went on for a year, maybe a bit more. I was 7, she said it was a game. Shes 3 years older than me, so I know she knew it was wrong. I keep telling myself things like “I didn’t tell her no” “I’m over reacting” “I wanted it” I don’t know what to think anymore. This whole situation affected me to the point of me litterally blocking it. It all came rushing back when I was reading this story, a story of a girl who had gotten molested by a family member. I feel guilty, and disgusting. This came back to me only a couple months ago and it’s been a couple years since the incident. I haven’t been able to tell anyone or anything and I don’t think I ever will, I want too but… Continue reading »
I was 6 when i was molested. I remember the man who did it was living in the same complex as my family and I. The first time it happened was on his doorstep, he told me to sit on his lap and he would give me a treat, so i did. I remember he put his hand down my pants, he then whispered in my ear asking me if it felt good, to this day i cant stand when people whisper in my ear. The second time was in his backyard, my friend was with us playing while i was sat on his lap, he got me in trouble that day for calling her over, he told me to never do that again and to not tell anyone. My family eventually found out not to long after the second abuse, my Dad was the first person to find out, he saw me touching myself… Continue reading »
Dear Survivor, I know the bad days outnumber the good ones. Maybe you haven’t even had a good day since it happened. Maybe you feel like your temptations are the only logical way to escape. Maybe you’re ignoring it. I thought ending my life was the only way to escape. And more than once I acted on these feelings. I’m here to assure you that it isn’t. I’m here to remind you that you are not alone. I’m here to tell you my story. I sat in a chair alone, regretting every decision I had made up to this point. It was too dark to see where the room ended. I glanced up at the clock, it was after midnight. Thirty minutes passed. I dropped my underwear onto the blue-tiled floor behind the thin curtain. This was the only article of clothing left on my shaking body as I held back tears. I was being… Continue reading »
Skipping the details, my first High School boyfriend got tired of going slow, and forced himself on me during a date. I told most of my friends that it happened. Forewarned, on dates, two of my close friends were wary of him, and avoided the same fate. At least, breaking Silence saved a few more Shared Stories. — Survivor, age 19
We went to a family party. After eating and watching his siblings play, he wanted to go inside and relax. We were laying in bed and he started to touch me. It hurt and it made me feel uncomfortable and scared. I told him to stop, and he smirked at me saying, “I know you want it”. He continued even after I repeatedly told him to stop. I had to push him off me in order for him to stop.
Let me start with a Thank You to Linor, the ladies at Brave Miss World, and the Women who Post. Sometimes it could be a small thing, but being there effects so many! I was 10, almost 11 when it happened. I was very well developed for my age, actually, any age! I was playing at my friend’s family home, and it had just stopped raining, and most had gone outside. Her mother had moved out, and they were in the process of divorcing. I found out later that she had been caught cheating. I had to use the bathroom, and when I left, her father was waiting and asked me to come into his room. I don’t know what I expected him to want, but I guess I was too young to think that way. He played with my body, and then took off my clothes. He told me to lie on the bed,… Continue reading »
I was 14, an eighth graders and he was 16 turning 17, a junior in hs. He was very popular in my town and was liked by all the girls. He messaged me on Facebook and we hit it off. He lived a few houses down from me so we would hang out often. We started dating and one day we were at his house alone when he asked if I wanted to have sex. I was still a virgin (he wasn’t) so the question caught me off guard. I really didn’t want to because we just started dating and I wanted to save my virginity for someone I loved. After i told him that, he just kept pressuring me and trying to guilt me into it by saying things like, “I could be with any other girl right now but I’m with you so you need to sacrifice too.” I didn’t want to seem… Continue reading »
At 10 I was molested by an evangelical preacher/missionary who was supposed to be my “house parent” in a boarding school in Quito Ecuador. Speaking up did nothing. My family and the church brushed off my story. It was only my fellow boarding schoolmates, many years later, who believed me. Now living in a 55+ community I was approached by an old guy in the gym who made a comment about the butterfly on my tee shirt. If I jump up and down, he said, “it would flap its wings.” I guess he thought that was funny. So, I fear it never ends. Like my schoolmates, women must support each other. — Irma, age 77
Dear Linor, I attended your movie showing in Monaco this past weekend. The irony was I attended thinking I was going to see a Princess Grace movie. Something light, beautiful, and with a story. I attended to honour Princesse Grace who is in the hearts of everyone she has touched. Instead, I watched a story unfold that was far from light. It was intense, real and inextricably beautifully revealing moment by moment. The story goes beyond a story. It may be a movie, but each chapter shares the heart, soul, pain and fear counter pointed with family, support, love, friendship and kindness. I didn’t say hello in person. I said hello in silence. In awe of your strength and admiring your lovely sense of humour. I was waiting for the advice and you shared it. Face it and you can leave it.