When I was 14, my parents got a divorce because my mom had an affair. her boyfriend moved in with us and I just wanted to be away from home. always. i had older sisters but they had moved out to college. i was alone. my mother was too busy with her boyfriend to worry about where i was or who i was with. I was a freshman at my christian school dating a senior. everyone had a problem with it but he made me feel like i was important during this time in my life. i ended up hanging out with a lot of seniors, older people, adults at only 14. i ended up getting into drugs and alcohol and it started taking over my life. by day i was a good christian girl at school, and by night i was high and drunk and drowning out my sorrows. when i was 15 i… Continue reading »
Victim No More
As a child i grew up in an abusive household. My mother and father were both heavy substance users and I was exposed to a lot of violence ever since birth. Quite frankly, my rape was inevitable. I was only just 12 at the time, first year of high school. I was ‘off the rails’ as my mother said, smoking, drinking and ditching school. My best friends at the time (who deserved to be named) were to older boys named Ben, 14 and Jamie, 13. I spent all of my time with them and I trusted them wholeheartedly. That was until the 13th of July 2014. I left home without permission and met them, I drank about 5 – 6 shots of vodka, bearing in mind.. I was 12. I was paralytic and undoubtedly very, very drunk. The older boy, whom I’d known for a few years, moved me onto the other. I’ll admit I… Continue reading »
Alcohol Convinced Me It Was My Fault, Until Now
‘ve never spoke out about this to anyone. I have been raped twice. During the summer of 2016, I went on holiday to my parents house in Spain with a few of my girlfriends. It was my first major holiday without my parents but I knew the place very well and it only featured one small bar/club. One night I had been out with the girls, but they wanted to go home before I did, and considering I had known some of our companions for years, I stayed out without them upon the agreement that a male I had met that night would walk me home. My next memory is waking up on the floor, naked from the waist down in an apartment that was not mine. I took a few minutes for me to properly understand my situation, then I immediately got dressed and proceeded to leave the apartment. When leaving I walked past… Continue reading »
Drunken Rape
Just a few months ago, April 1st, 2016, I was sexually assaulted. I am 16 years old, and was 15 when it happened. The man was 52… I haven’t seen my friend for a while and wanted to hangout with her, and we had nothing to do for a few hours, so we went on a walk and said we should call one of her other friends to go hangout too. But when we got there the other friend wasn’t there. But he invited us in to stay. He forced us to drink alcohol and stay for hours. Begging for us to stay over I finally got too drunk and had to lay down for a bit. He brought me up stairs and said to lay down for a while. And when I did I fell asleep right away, I woke up to pressure on my chest and a chill on my legs. I had… Continue reading »
Once, Twice, Three Times A Victim
When I was 12 years old, my 18 year old cousin lived with us for a while. For months he would sneak into my room in the middle of the night or just get me alone for a few minutes to do whatever he felt like. He would force himself in my mouth, kiss me, touch me or make me touch him. He did everything but rape me because it hurt and I would be on the verge of tears. He would forcefully grab me or push my head in whatever direction he wanted to scare me into doing things. Eventually he moved out and it stopped. I told my mom a few years later, and while he admitted that he did “something,” he says it wasn’t that serious, that all he did was kiss me. His sister constantly asks me to get over it, because kissing isn’t a big deal. I try to tell… Continue reading »
Two Friends and Two Boys
I’m the friend that everyone talks about. The one that always needs someone to listen to her problems and never really listens back. The one that expects you to be there the moment I need you, but when you need me I may or may not be there. I never realized I was like that. My dad looked out for his unit (him being in the Army), my mom looked out for my little brother Zeus and I looked out for me. I never really had any good friends, especially girls. My best friend Jackson had been my best and really only friend since we were 8. The three places we had been stationed were all together and when we moved to Fort Hood when we were 15 I expected nothing to change. Except it did. He started hanging out with other guys and I made an actual friend that was a girl. Rosalie Grace… Continue reading »
Senior Year Ended In The First Week
Here is a story… That hits close to home, one that is a scar that will never truly heal It can be hidden but never completely healed This is my story I was a college Sr. in my FIRST week of school I went out with friends, had 1 drink to celebrate Came back and after about 1 hr had 1 beer We were ecstatic to be seniors, ready for the future Greek life was consolidated into 1 hall, my friends and I decided to go downstairs to a frat hall Who would have known that 1 decision would change my life. I remember very little on the hall, seeing other seniors, catching up with acquaintances Then its black. Nothing. No Memories. Just, HAZE Through the haze is where the scar is deep. Faint memories, of being in the dorm lounge, being touched & penetrated. intercourse, but not actually being “there” The face. That face,… Continue reading »
Date Rape
I was married a long time and am now divorced, so therefore I’m not very experienced with dating. Recently I went on a date with a guy I knew about ten years and who was getting a divorce. We had a fantastic time. We talked often for another week and the topic got around to sex, and never really left that topic for several days. I ignored the red flag because I wanted to have sex as well. Anyway our second date was one week after the first date. He came over to my place with two bottles of wine for me and a few beers for himself. I’m not much of a drinker so I usually go very slow with alcohol. We were going to order pizza but we never did. I drank 3-4 6 oz glasses of wine in 3 hours. After that I was so drunk I could barely walk or talk… Continue reading »
Assault, Battery, and Rape
I am a 72-year-old woman, an RN for about 50 of those years Army Nurse Corps vet. I was/am not so beautiful nor smart, nor sexy/seductive. In my life I have been the victim of simple assault, sexual assault, simple battery, and sexual battery. Two of those were attempts. Two were first-degree rapes as defined by the laws of the jurisdictions in which they occurred. One attempt was by the bishop of my ward. One wash by a stranger out front of a barber shop where inside getting a hair cut was the varsity football coach of my high school. There were witnesses to both events. No one helped me. At an after school job I had in a bakery, I was frequently cornered in the sales shop, groped, and kissed in a horrible, nasty, sloppy way. When I was a new RN, I had surgery in the hospital where I worked. Pre-op I was… Continue reading »
Happy Hell-oween
I was 20 years old, invited to a party on a Southern California Marine base. My cousin invited me, her boyfriend was in the service. so I figured that it would be fun and safe. I was excited, I bought a new costume and got dressed up. When I got there, everyone was drinking. So as any college student, I started to drink, too. We were having fun and I was with family. I started to feel weird and now my night is playing like an old film. Time is moving, but it’s going too fast and I’m missing big parts of it. I kept saying no, I don’t want to, I don’t want to do this. The last thing I remember is being in a car. He asked if I was crying. Of course I was crying, I was a virgin and I told him I didn’t want to do anything. When I woke… Continue reading »