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Raped and Molested

This is long, bare with me, please. From what I remember, it started when I was 6 continued until the summer going into 6th grade. I was molested almost every night by my step father (who was drinking and smoking at the time). One night, I was raped. My stepdad has been in my life since I was three months old to present time. So we was once close, until he betrayed me, until he hurt me. I don’t remember the first time he touched me nor the last time, but I remember the rape. It’s compacted into my mind, on repeat. I held it in for so long thinking I would be okay, only so my brother could have a family. Until one night in 7th grade, I broke down crying, and couldn’t stop. My mom continued to ask what was wrong but I couldn’t speak, I was scared to tell anyone, to hurt… Continue reading »

My Daughter

Hello I’m Jack, I just finished watching Brave Miss World.I must say I cried like a baby. I wanted to share with you my daughters story of being molested at age 6 by and older girl who would visit her grandparents who lives across the street from our home. To give you some background our home and life, our lives are faith filled and my daughter who I’ll call P for this letter is a very unique little girl. Very loving and pure of heart and mind, her life was all rainbows and butterflies. She is very intelligent and kind. She is my best fiend in the world, we have a very close bond in life. The girl who molested her, I’ll call M. She is 3 yrs older. I came home from work and asked my mother in law where P was.  She told me in her room playing with M so I went… Continue reading »

I Thought I Knew Hi

Ever since I was born, my mom’s siblings lived with us. 2 brothers, and a sister. So basically, I viewed them as my 2 older brothers, and older sister, (but in reality they were my 2 uncle and aunt). I’ll start calling the 2 brothers as A and B. Fast forward to last year, when I was 17. My mom and dad left for another country, so me and my younger brother was left in the care of A and his family + our grandmother. B lived in with his pregnant girlfriend in the next condominium beside ours. It was the night after B’s girlfriend gave birth. He texted me and asked me if I could come with him to the hospital to bring clothes for his baby, and I said yes. We took a bus to get there. After bringing the stuff, and staying there for an hour or so, I told him that… Continue reading »

My Mom

Hello my name is Vivian. About 2 years ago my mother, with great shame and fear, revealed to me that she had been raped as a young girl on a date. She and her older sister, my aunt, went to the police for help and was told there was nothing they can do. It took everything my momma had to even tell me this. She said she had told my father not to long before she told me. She has been caring this burden inside for many years. I believe she thinks it is her fault! I didn’t want to upset her any more than she was so I did not ask her many questions. I hugged her. I believe that years of this kind of silence put a huge strain on our family and on our relationship as mother and only daughter. She never delt with the hurt and trauma of it all and… Continue reading »

My Younger Sister

I am a 29 year old woman living in Cape Town, South Africa. I have just watched Brave Miss World on Netflix and for the first time I felt like it was okay to cry but also know that there may come a time when my sister will feel empowered again. Hearing your story gave me insight that I may never have had. Thank you for being bold enough to put yourself in a vulnerable position and share your story in the hope that it will help others. My sister, who is 5 years younger than me and lives in Johannesburg (where I’m from and where all my family lives) was gang raped by 3 men in late November 2015. She is one of my best friends and I still remember my mother telling me via text what had happened a week after my sister’s rape. I immediately fell to the ground, it felt like… Continue reading »


I was raped about a year before I was kidnapped. The kidnapping is more traumatic for me because nearly 20 years later I recognized a story on a profiling on America’s Most wanted that I knew it was the same people who kidnapped me. I escaped by some incredible strokes of luck but apparently there were at least 50 or maybe as many as 100 murders of women most of them prostitutes that had happened surrounding this same truck stop in Dayton, Ohio. I called the program and told them they were looking for 1 person and it should have been 2. I talked to the interviewer for a long time and he was supposed to call me back but he never did. I felt I wasn’t believed and violated again. Since then I have been overwhelmed with guilt because I didn’t identify him when I had a chance. It was right after the Kent… Continue reading »

It Was the Second

This story may not be relevant. But when I was 11 yrs old, I was almost raped by my aunt’s, husbands, uncle. I had such an uncomfortable feeling when I was around him…. well, I’ll just get to the point. He was a guest, so my aunt asked me to fix the curtains in his room. And as I turn around he had blocked the door. He was just standing there in a towel, fear took over my body. As I walked to the door, he tried to hand me money. I said no thank you. And as I had this little hope that everything was fine and I was being paranoid, he came behind me. He wrapped his arm around my neck to choke me. Still choking me, he started to kiss me. He began to put his hand up my shirt and down my pants. I was paralyzed with fear. I wanted to… Continue reading »

Not A Trustworthy Man

I always looked up to my uncles as father figures when my father was not around (he worked a lot). I never once thought that an uncle of mine, a father figure to me would do such a thing to me. Two or three summers ago, my aunt and mother left to do some shopping and my uncle stays behind and tells me “Hey, let’s go over my house real quick. I’m sure your cousin would like to see you” and I believing him went along with him. He started driving towards his home, and he started talking about how much I wanted a job. He told me “what if I pay you weekly? As in you work for me.” I instantly knew it was red flag… and he parks his car in the worst part ever. The ghetto. He starts talking to me and telling me how much he wanted me… and he started… Continue reading »

Suffered and Survived

Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength. I believe life is precious. You can only live one life, unfortunately. Death, can sweep you away in an instant. Some people just let it happen, but others are just too stubborn to give up. On 22nd of June, 2012, I experienced a traumatic experience. I had a car accident. My brother was driving. My sisters and I, were in the backseat and my cousin was sitting with my brother in the passenger seat. My brother, and I were joking around and laughing when all of a sudden, the world went black. Car’s tire erupted and we got hit by a pole. The next thing I remember is that I was in hospital and every body was in tension, I saw my mother was crying. I was told that I am… Continue reading »

My Story

I was a young teenager. I’ve never been ultra skinny, so I started to develop curves on a young age, hips, boobies, ass. Apparently for my uncle that was a reason to go and touch my boobs. He would come in my room when I was studying or chatting with my friends. He would give me a hug, and he would touch my boobies, squeeze them. He always told me it was our little secret. Because everybody in my family loved him so much, I didn’t dare speak out, but I started to keep away from him more and more. Than I met a guy via a friend. He was nice to me and we chatted away. With a girlfriend I went on working holidays at a camping. We both worked in the restaurant. Within 2 days, my friend had gotten 300 text messages, most sexually tinted, from our boss. We were brave enough to… Continue reading »