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He WAS a friend

I was 11 when I was raped. He WAS friend. I was in middle school at that time, and we had a joining high school. I became friends with an 18 year old. Something I’ll regret for the rest of my life. I missed the bus one day to go home. So I decided to get a ride home with him. His grandpa was in the front seat, and we were in the back. I asked him to bring me home giving him my address. But instead we went back to his house. His grandpa parked the car, and him and I got out the back seat to play some basket ball. I remember him purposely throwing the ball next to this old shed. At the time I didn’t think anything about it. He proceeded to tell me to go pick up the ball, as I was doing so, he pushed me into the shed,… Continue reading »

A Lifetime of #MeToo – How Sexual Abuse Changed Me

I was eleven when I lost my virginity. It happened under an old pine tree in an overgrown backyard of an old lady’s house a block away from my childhood home. The boys were older. They were rough and cruel. They laughed the whole time like it was some hysterical joke I didn’t understand. Perhaps they thought I was the punchline. It killed my innocence and woke a nightmare that has been chasing me ever since. When I was thirteen, it began happening regularly. This time it was my brother’s friends. The first time my brother told me that one of his friends wanted to be with me, I said no. I didn’t want to do it. My brother, almost 5 years older than me and over twice my weight, changed my mind with his fists. It was easier to let it happen whenever they wanted than to get beaten. It was always easier to… Continue reading »

I didn’t know what to do

When I was 13 I was friends with a guy, he was 19 and I didn’t think it was serious, I was a kid and we hung out in a group. I went to his house because ‘he had to pick something up’. When I was there he started kissing me, I didn’t know what to do, and then he started taking off his trousers and pulling mine down. He then proceeded to have sex with me whilst I just laid there crying. When he was done I went home and said nothing. The next day my friends were angry with me because I’d not told them about it, and I felt horrible, he’d told everyone and everyone thought so little of me. Not until I got older I realised what had actually happened, he made out I was a slut and my friends believed him, I didn’t think it was rape at the time… Continue reading »

It’s OK

My Rapist: My mother’s boyfriend. My Age: 13 Force Used: Authority We had a close family, my Mom, my bratty Little Sis, Me of course, and the latest of Mom’s Boyfriends. We used to do a lot of things together, especially watch Cable. Once we were all on the couch, and Mom and Sis fell asleep, and I was drifting off, and I rolled over against him, and he put his arm over my shoulder, and his hand rested a bit on my boob by accident. He said he was “sorry”, and I said “It’s OK”, and he didn’t move it, but I didn’t care. The next time I watched a movie with him, it was a bit less “family”, and while I sat up, he reached around me, and under my arm, and his fingers rested under my boob. He asked if I was “bothered”, and I said “It’s OK”. He would flex his… Continue reading »

How can we make it stop?

I was 14 or 15. He was my best friend’s father, and a retired church minister. He spoiled his kids, and one day he also started spoiling me. He would buy us clothes, take us to get our hair done, and give us money to go to the movies. One time I even got to go with my friend and her family to New York for a week, and he paid for everything. I spent almost all of my free time at my friend’s home. I don’t quite remember when it started, and I’m still not sure how long it lasted. My friend’s family seemed very loving and they were always very touchy with each other, which my family never was. He used to kiss me. Sometimes in greeting, sometimes goodbye. I think the kisses started out as just being on my cheek. But then they gradually became more close to my mouth. And then… Continue reading »

Sexually assaulted several times

In my childhood, I had a cousin babysit me. i was only 6 at the time when he took me into my brother’s room. He told me it was “nap time” even though I knew clearly it wasn’t. I remember feeling uncomfortable being in the same room as he was, knowing that there was no one else home. He kept insisting that I close the door and I knew I didn’t want to because I remember being afraid of what might happen next. I stalled every time he would try to close the door. To my surprise, he was very patient and never got short with me when I resisted closing that door. Eventually he just left it open. Then proceeded to force me under the blanket with him by my side. He kept saying it was nap time. I remember laying there staring into the dark, thinking about how uncomfortable I felt. Next thing… Continue reading »

I was raped

When I was 17 I was drinking this wine in my bedroom when I wake up and I can’t see and I can’t move and there’s a guy who’s fingering me and it’s painful and then he taps me on the shoulder and I don’t wake up and he rapes me and moans in my ear and I wake up the next day with my leggings ripped to this day I don’t know who it was but I think it was a boy who went to my school/ — Teruihi, age 19

#MeToo 5 years later…

#METOO i shared my story on this site a few years ago about the time i was raped by a stranger. i’m surprised at how easy those four letters rolled off my fingertips as if i was just writing anything. over the years i have been in therapy a lot on and off and have tried all different types, from holistic, to energy, to art therapy and of course regular talk therapy. sadly, i still have ways to go – its a long road for me and over the course of therapy i learned that what i thought was one isolated stranger rape that caused me to have all these problems i have today, i learned that i was raped and assaulted numerous times beginning in my teenage years and because i was young and naive the first time anything happened to me i always assumed that’s the way things were supposed to be. today… Continue reading »

Raped as a child and teen

I am very passionate about victim’s rights and that they should be able to speak out without worrying about others. But I am a hypocrite. Let me start by saying that I now have a family who adopted me and would never let anything like this happen to me. When I was still with my bio “mom,” Dawn, she was married to a terrible man. He molested me from ages 5-9. I didn’t speak up until I was 9 because it started when I was so young that I didn’t realize it was wrong at first. I thought this was how father figures showed love. Until I got older, made friends, and he wouldn’t sneak into my bedroom while they were over. This tipped me off to the abnormality of the situation and I confronted him. He threatened me and beat me. I was about 7 or 8 the first time he actually penetrated me… Continue reading »

My experience

This is for the people who look twice over mental illnesses. Let me shed some light about my mental illness. When I was about 7 or 8 years old I was sexually abused against my will to help achieve some horny teens sexual enjoyment. He lived next to me almost my whole childhood. Because of him I suffer from PTSD, Severe Anxiety and deep depression. I used to skip school to avoid all the assholes who would try to kick a beat dog while he was down. So I acted out and made people stay away from me. I stopped playing all sports and stopped being a normal functioning adult. I am currently suffering from extreme anxiety attacks and panic attacks which i have no longer control of. So the people who look over people with mental illness’s think again they are suffering so hard to be accepted in this world. And this is for… Continue reading »