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I was nineteen when I was sexually assaulted by a person that I worked for and he was sixty-seven years old. He denied the fact that he had asked me if I would report it to the police because he didn’t want to be charged with rape. Even at one point he asked me if I was uncomfortable and I said yes. I was naïve at the time and didn’t know what was happening. I actually quit my job and a month later got a new job at a pet store that I loved. I got through all of this with the support of my family and close friends even though he was never charged in my case. Another thing that helps is writing about it and my feelings in a journal.

Intimate Partner Violence

My “husband” was such a romantic, always taking the day off of work to celebrate the anniversary of our first date. Twenty years later, I find him in front of the computer, wearing the same shirt, but his pants are down, and bagged at the ankle. He is masturbating to online pornography. Sex addiction? A convenient term for inexcusable compulsive behavior, which also requires methodical planning and strategizing in an intimate partner relationship. After my “husband” went to treatment, I find out that online pornography was one of the many ways that he acted out. There was a continuum of acting out behaviors that crossed moral boundaries. His victims of sexual assault are countless: prostitutes, porn actors, his children, and soon to be ex-wife. The “buzz” that this behavior is an addiction is misrepresented. It’s abusive. #I am Brave #I am a survivor of Intimate Partner Violence.

Sexually Assaulted in Cuba

I visited Cuba with my husband and came down with a severe case of food poisoning. While my husband was at the pool, I was recuperating in my room. I was startled awake when I felt something ‘fluffy’ in the palm of my hand. Before I opened my eyes, I recognised what was in my hand. When I opened my eyes I was shocked to see a man in an orange jumpsuit with his testicles in my hand! I screamed and chased him out of the room. I dressed quickly and ran down to the lobby to report it. I was hysterical and they looked at me with such doubt and confusion. I was appauled at their malaise! I found my husband and we spent the rest of our vacation filling out reports and being interviewed by police. My husband is blind and they did a ‘voice lineup’ because the handyman had an issue with… Continue reading »

No Power

I was in my junior year of high school, and had been hanging around older kids, drinking, and doing drugs. I felt as if my town had gotten to be so boring, that if I wasn’t taking some kind of risk, I wasn’t alive. My friend Shelly and I went to a party a few streets down from my house. I recognized few people, including a guy named Tim who was older and more popular than myself, and this kid Tony who used to be on my bus. I pitted Tony, he was fat and quiet. I made extra effort to be friendly toward him, because no one else was. I became intoxicated far too quickly, and I was told that Tim kept rubbing my leg in a sexual manner as I was passed out on the couch. So, my friends moved me to a back room where they thought I would be left alone…. Continue reading »

I Am Still Standing

Being taken advantage of isn’t particularly new to me. From the ages of four to eighteen I was neglected and abused by both of my parents in many ways. When I left for college in August of 2010 I fully planned to leave my old life behind and fight to build my own new life. My father had all but disowned me (that would come later in my freshmen year) and my mother was all but non-existent. The fight for my own life, however, was only going to get more complicated. A month into my freshmen year at my university I was raped by a new acquaintance – an international student from Jamaica who had claimed he fully understood we could be nothing more than friends (I was dating long distance at the time) – in my dorm room. Because of my previous experiences as a child I froze. I didn’t scream, but remember saying,… Continue reading »

Protect and Served and Raped

I was serving in the U.S. Air Force and deployed during Operation Enduring Freedom. At the time I had no inclination I was in danger and I never thought in a million years that it was someone I knew. I was sexually assaulted and raped by my superior (boss), 1SG. I remember a male witness stood a ways from the tent, who at no point intervened to help me as I was pulled into the tent, thrown to the ground and had my face repeatedly slammed into the floor. He took out his gerber knife, cut my pants and my belt, also cutting my back and sodomized me. I screamed for him to stop, I screamed for help but he grabbed my mouth. I bit him and he slammed my head, rolled me over and slammed my head more till I blacked out. I woke up and saw him on top of me, finishing and… Continue reading »

My story!

As a child (3-7 years old) I was sexually, physically, mentally abused by my biological father. My mother didn’t believe me when I told her what had happened when it first happened so it continued until my grandmother beat it out of me. I don’t think she realised what she was getting into. She just hated me because he was also raping her, unbeknownst to anyone else, and I was his daughter (like father like daughter she thought.) After her beating she called the police and we were removed from his care and placed into a woman’s refuge until we were settled somewhere else (my mum, sister and brother.) I wanted to speak about as a healing process for me, my mum, nana and sister (and everyone else basically) thought it was best to keep quiet and forget about it. So I had my uncle who I could ask questions/talk to about it and he… Continue reading »

Rape & Sexual Assault

This has gone on for too many years, not only to women but men too. The shame and guilt and fear kept me quiet for over 40 years.I let myself down as well as others. How to heal and speak out is something i need in order too move on and live a happy life.. Only with the help of others and Gods Grace.. Thank You..

Raped Twice and Attempted Rape Once No Charges

At 19, a young innocent, never even had a first date. I naively went to the motel room of a road construction worker I had gotten to know while working in the store in my tiny town. He would NOT take NO for answer – raped and lost my virginity in one fall swoop. Blamed my own stupidity did not even tell anyone for over 20 years. At 23, suppose to be a happy, fun weekend. Good friend getting married. Stayed at her parents’ house and her brother-in-law (sister’s husband) followed me into the bathroom at 2 AM and anally raped me. Then said “you don’t want to ruin the wedding so keep your mouth shut and no one will believe you anyway” – I kept quiet and didn’t even tell anyone for over 20 years. At 26, married an abusive man and left his sorry ass, less than 3 years later. My son was… Continue reading »

Young and Innocent

At 19, a young innocent, never even had a first date. I naively went to the motel room of a road construction worker I had gotten to know while working in the store in my tiny town. He would NOT take NO for answer – raped and lost my virginity in one fall swoop. Blamed my own stupidity did not even tell anyone for over 20 years. At 23, suppose to be a happy, fun weekend. Good friend getting married. Stayed at her parents’ house and her brother-in-law (sister’s husband) followed me into the bathroom at 2 AM and anally raped me. Then said “you don’t want to ruin the wedding so keep your mouth shut and no one will believe you anyway” – I kept quiet and didn’t even tell anyone for over 20 years. At 26, married an abusive man and left his sorry ass, less than 3 years later. My son was… Continue reading »