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Rape and Not Believed

The second time I was raped was last year on my birthday and I was 14 years old. The morning of my birthday I went down stairs to see a note saying that my dad and brother were out and my mum and my sister were too. The day proceeded with a few texts from my parents saying they wouldn’t be home until after dinner. They finally came back and went to bed and I was so upset that in the frustration of it all I ran away and went to a party a couple of villages away, my friend gave me some marijuana and I was so mad at my parents I just did it. When I was walking home after the party I realized that there was a man maybe early 50’s was following me so I started running and so did he and then he caught me and well he raped me…. Continue reading »

I Hate You

You left me at a crack house where he was waiting to corner me and take me to his bedroom. You were gone for maybe five minutes and he already had me. What’s worse! I tried to tell you when you got in the door, oh sweet ex of mine, what you had let happen to me. Maybe you didn’t know. Maybe you would care. You told me to shut up and left again with my rapist. Then? His brother had me. So tell me, was I just sold twice against my will for you to have drugs? Fuck you. Fuck them. DON’T fuck with me ever again. — Survivor, age 22

Why Me Over and Over?

I see stories of women being raped once when they are young adults or even teenagers and I kind of understand that was bad luck and that it could happen to anyone. I also hear stories of girls that were sexually abused when they were little and I guess that happens a lot in our culture. Sad and terrible but common. They get the chance to meet people with similar stories and empower themselves to use these experiences to become better people….I am also trying to do the same but by myself. I guess my story is not that common and I feel anxious just to remember about it or even think I need to right it down. In general, I was sexually abused since I was a baby, then raped as a kid by 2 different men. Again during my adolescence I got raped, drugged and raped for almost 2 days by different men… Continue reading »

The Night I Wished Never Happened!!

was 22 yr old Virgin(indian) when this occurred…. I’m a doctor was doing my internship at bangalore medical college… I was so fed up with studies I wanted to have fun i made new friends and one among that was a girl named kritta .. she was living the life of a party animal and I wanted to live like her …. so I started partying with her and going to rave parties and stuff …. whenever I was stoned she would take care of me ….. make sure I was safe n all… she had an Iraqi boyfriend with whom she had a fight with recently and she wanted to get distracted away from the fact that her boyfriend was cheating on her so we decided to get drunk at her apartment…. we had got antiquity and had started with drinking ….. when one of her friend from Mexico just showed up and he… Continue reading »

Our Corrupted Country

I woke up from my bed. I could remember someone mixed dugs in my orange juice last night. I slept on my friend’s bed. I went to take a shower when I noticed nail marks on my (o)(o). I was horrified when I saw my hand. It was written. I love you. Don’t try to tell police. My friend was not there in the house. I was alone. My raper was standing right in front of me. He chuckled and attempted to rape me again. I somehow managed to hit his head with a metal flower vase. Locked the door from outside. I ran outside hid behind an alley and called police. Raper was caught. When will all this stop completely. I am concerned. — Megha Sharma

I am a Rape Survivor

I was raped by a male person every night until I was 22. He started raping me as a baby. No one ever helped me nor did they care. My body was position in ways to please his desire. I was forced to lay there and take it. My legs would be spread open by his sister, and I was kidnapped 4 times so they could rape me. They would drug me every day with ghb, and try to claim I was lying. My rapist wrote a book. In the book he mentioned a road, that road is were he raped me. — Belle, age 39

Finally Accepting I Was Raped

My story starts my first year of high school. I was the youngest person in my class; starting my freshman year at 13 years old. It was the first time being mixed together in classes with people older than myself. I was very sheltered by my parents, never allowed to do much, and no discussions about sex or anything of the sorts. It was just “don’t do that”! I had a senior in one of my elective classes. I actually kind of knew him as he was a friend’s brother. I had never really talked to him though. He immediately took a liking to me. I was so flattered. He was very good looking and could really have his pick of any girl. His attention made me feel so special. The boys in my class really didn’t look at me that way. He was quite a bit older than me. When our encounter took place;… Continue reading »

You Were My Friend

Only 15 and happy to be seeing you after I had been on vacation for awhile. You and another friend of mine who was a girl. I was tired for I had not slept well the night before. We were all in your room eating nachos and watching tv just like we had hundreds of times before. I felt sleepy so I lay down. Fighting to stay awake I lost my battle. My last memory before drifting off to a deep sleep is my girl friend telling me she had to leave to work and would be back later. I awake suddenly and the room is dark, you are next to me hand up my shirt where it should not me. Lips pressed against mine when they should not be. I freeze and debate how to proceed from here. Your hands wander all over my body up my shirt still and way too far down… Continue reading »

Young and Unaware

I’m 19 now and it took 4 years for me to process what had happened. I really only became aware of it 1 year ago. But when I was 14, I was dating a boy who was 17. I had lied about my age and he thought I was 15, I guess I thought you seemed cool dating boys who were older than you. One afternoon I told my mum I was going to hang at one of my girlfriends houses so I left and caught a cab to hang with my boyfriend at his friends house. It seemed pretty cool, they were all smoking weed, chatting and laughing. One of the boys had pre-mixed a 1.5L bottle of Solo and vodka and began to egg me into sculling it with the words “we thought you were cool, come on! Oh you wouldn’t be able to do it, would you”. So I got peer pressured… Continue reading »

I Woke Up In The Tub

I woke up in the bathtub. With the shower running. My socks were on. My underwear between my legs. The alarm was going off. Something was wrong. Besides the socks. Besides the underwear. Besides the shower and the tub. Besides the pain. Don’t think about the pain. Something was wrong. I was late for my flight. Get on the plane. Don’t think about the pain, get on the plane. So I did. I don’t remember actually getting out of the shower, turning off the water, drying off or getting dressed – I assume it happened because the next thing I remember is tossing my room keys onto the hotel front desk and checking out. Something’s wrong with my eyes. Why can’t I open my eyes all the way. Why do I hurt. Get on the plane. C calls – her driver’s license is missing; is mine missing? do I have hers accidentally? Do I remember… Continue reading »