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Sexual Harrassment

I know I am just a common ordinary woman in Kearney Nebraska, so my story does not seem news worthy. In 2005 I was employed as the Development Coordinator for the Buffalo County Economic Development Council. My boss was a man named Ron Tillery. When I took the job five years earlier I was told to be careful, one of the men in the office was a “toucher”. One of my advisors was my husband who did computer work in the building. No bug deal, was an equal opportunity toucher – he touched everyone, so no worries. The man I should have be concerned with was Mr. Tillery. Beginning in 2004, he began to use to company credit card for personal expenses and would submit fictitious receipts for reimbursement. I became uncomfortable and told him I would not longer sign the checks (that was part of my job) for these expenditures without approval. He told… Continue reading »

I was molested and raped at 6

I was taken away from my mother and father at 6 years olds. I lived in 3 different family members home. The last home I moved to, terrible things happened. I was abused physically, from slapping to being punched in the face. Emotionally, from being told my parents were pieces of shit, to being told i was not loved, and sexually, from being touched to being raped. All within 10 months, 3 different family members molested me. One of them had woken me up one night and raped me. He was 13. My aunts husbands son had touched me in my private and made me touch him and perform oral on him. He told me it was okay and not to tell anyone. I was placed back with my mom and I never told her.After years of not telling anyone, I told my current boyfriend and he’s the only one who knows. I didn’t realize… Continue reading »

Memory or a dream?

Like many people that wrote here I too had kept this for years. I’m not sure if this is a memory or a dream but it always haunts me. I had never shared this to anyone.. And I mean not a single one. I hope this would make me feel better. I was still in grade school, always playing with my neighbors. One day at one of my neighbor’s house I remember I was playing with my guy friend with paper dolls next thing I remember his big brother is on top of me, i remember not feeling anything and blank, i can’t remember anything else except my guy friend now is on top of me still feeling nothing and blank again. The only thing that I am sure in this memory is my mom washing me down there and it is aching so bad. At my teenage years I had trouble having a boyfriend… Continue reading »

Chapter 62

Why Chapter 62? Well, that is how old I am now. My abuse was by my dad and grandpa, which, by the way, have no blood in common. So no excuse for my dad. It started when I was 5 and went on through high school years. So, it’s been a few minutes, and I’ve been through counseling, group therapy, medications, spiritual growth, everything. But I still have nightmares. I guess you never really get over the bad stuff. You learn to cope, make good choices, show your children the kind of love every child deserves, but your eyes are open and you carefully watch out for them and try to protect I from the same experience. This week, I had a dream. My dad and I went somewhere together and checked into a motel. He had to leave for a while and I decided to take a shower. As I am getting out of… Continue reading »

Rape on a Foreign Exchange Trip

When I was 16, I had the opportunity to study abroad in Spain on a full scholarship for a year to further my Spanish-language abilities. I was so excited because I had dedicated my whole life to the language and would finally be living it. My foreign exchange included staying with a volunteer host family for the academic year (my junior year in high school) and attending a public school in Madrid. I struggled through the first half of the school year with the language barrier even though I had studied it for four years, and only really understood my English class (because I’m American and an English speaker). In my English class, we had an American as our assistant English teacher, and it made me so happy to finally make human contact with another native English speaker during my exchange (not many people spoke English that well in Madrid during my exchange). After a… Continue reading »

I thought I trusted them

I’ll keep this one simple. I was forced into a threesome by two people I thought I trusted. I said no repeatedly but that word seems to have no value. I thought saying no was enough to stop them. I didn’t want it. After the assault, I tried to put my clothes on and leave and they told me I couldn’t.I had to fight to leave. I’ve never felt so devalued in my life. I never thought this could happen to me. What did I do wrong? what didn’t I do that I should have to stop them? I hear people talk about it, they glorify it like it was a good time for me. I have not told the truth because who will believe me over them? I’m ashamed. — Survivor, age 20

I am J. D. R., and I have been murdered by my rapist, his family, and the justice system

I am J.D.R., and I was physical and sexually assaulted almost 3 years ago by a police officer in Salem, VA. I was shocked, scared, stayed quite; I stopped functioning, I stopped going to school, working; scared to leave my house or go anywhere. I never got the courage to report him because of the things he said, his social status and the fact that his father is a lieutenant; also, I was afraid of my family pointing the figure at me and blaming me. I only got the courage to stand up for myself from behind a computer in my room telling everyone what happened to me, which got ME in trouble not him. I finally got the courage to report him, but it was pointless, they only believed his lies, and his father has many connections, so they put me in jail not him. They did not want to hear my side of… Continue reading »

No one cared until I made them

My name is Deondra. I am 26 years old. I’ve been going through sexual harassment throughout my employment there from my supervisor. I reported it and in return nothing was done and i feel as if they thought i was lying and it was a joke or something! So i began carrying a tape recorder and i have recordings of it as proof! This man has done this numerous times and not just me but he’s been reported before! Moving me or him to a different shift is easy but i won’t have it… what happens to the next woman?!?! They can just keep allowing this! It’s a lot more that goes on such as retaliation towards officers when he’s having a bad day. It’s stressful going to work, being at work, being at home knowing i have to go there, just everything about that place. Other supervisors knew, i reported it to HR, and… Continue reading »

My Mother’s Life Partner Sexually Harrased Me throughout my childhood

When I was 13 & a half my mother took me out of school & used me as a labor child . She prevented me from going to school , having friends, or ever leaving our home for one full year I worked like an adult DAILY in her clothing factory, I slept on her bedroom floor while she & her husband on a bed. I slept in the bathroom twice as her punishment to me . I had to deal with protecting myself from her husband’s sexual advances towards me especially when she was not around .. eventually I grew tired of my living situation & wanted to be in school like normal kids so I asked her husband my “stepfather” to please talk to her & let me go back to school & he stood up & pulled his pants down & asked that I perform oral sex on him. I never had… Continue reading »


I’m sure my story starts when I was a baby. A cousin, who is ten years older than I and still molesting and raping little girls, started molesting me and several others in the family. At six years old, my mother would send me to the store a ways away, and he would pick me up, take me to the country and molest me. I had to touch him, put my mouth on him, and he would fondle me. Then, around eight, he started coming to our home at around midnight and fondle me. At nine years old, when he was nineteen and in the Army, he raped me in my bed. His continual mantra was, “If you tell, I will kill you, your Dad will kill me, and your Dad will live out the rest of his life in prison.” I believed him. After nine, he went after my little sisters and younger cousins…. Continue reading »