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Don’t Want to Admit It

I meet him online. I built a friendship with him. Kind of a match thing except for younger people. The connection was great. I said let’s meet at a coffee shop. He picked the place. He was late to give me the address and I waited for him. Meet him and he told me after a while to go somewhere else. His personality is very confident and demanding, but I liked that he is very open. A friend. After driving for two minutes, we ended up at his house. My instinct was confused. We went into his room, no one was home. He was trying to make me comfortable. I don’t like being touched. He hugged me and told me to relax. I “owed” him a kiss and as I reached to kiss him he turned his face and kissed my lips. I pulled away and he began to kiss me. Throwing me on the… Continue reading »

A Lifetime of Trauma

I was sexually assaulted by my father from infancy onward. It lasted until I was 19 and he impregnated me at 17. I have 8 brothers and was taken out of school at 14 to help my mother care for my younger brothers and the household chores. I raised my daughter alone until she was 17 years and she became depressed after her 3rd child. At ages 8, 10 and 12 I took them in my home and raised them. The damage is generational! At age 39, I took my 80 year old father to court and charged him with the rape. He was convicted and sentenced to 11 years in prison. I feel my struggle will never end and now suffer permanent disability because of the trial. Out of all my brothers, there is only one who has supported me throughout and the others are angry at me. This is so hurtful because all… Continue reading »

After 14 Years

I wasn’t stabbed, beaten, or even hurt. There were no marks on my body. Two and a half years after it happened, the police officer, detective, and lawyer to whom I told my story all believed me and were respectful and empowering. In so many ways, I have been lucky. But even after 14 years, I feel alone, lost, drowning.

Harassment

I was 13. And it was walking home from school, like I did everyday. And this guy that was a grade lower than me started to to ask me inappropriate questions, like “are you wet, if your not I can fix that.” “Let me shove this in you ass” and just kept harassing me and threatening me. Then he pushed me to the ground and started touching my lower back and told me he wouldn’t hurt me. I pushed him off and started running. I called 911, but my phone lost service. When I got home I locked the doors and shut the curtains. I called my mom and I was hysterical and couldn’t talk. And then the cops showed up at my house and asked me a bunch of question. All they did was tell me they couldn’t do anything but file a restraining order between us. People at school found out because he… Continue reading »

The Aftermath

This is the first time I’ve ever written down what happened to me. I watched Brave Miss World and Linor’s strength has inspired me to share my story. I was 18 years old when I was sexually assaulted. I knew the man who hurt me for just under a year. We met in a first year world religion class in University and became friends. The following summer, he asked me out on a date and I agreed. When driving me home after the date, he confessed to me that the first time he had ever seen me in class he began to watch me, he became determined to get to know me and wanted to date me. I was shocked and a little uncomfortable when he told me this. To me, this seemed strange. He dropped me off at home and I invited him inside to see some art prints that had been gifted to… Continue reading »

My Two Cents

I was 17. Grew up in a small town, so when the doorbell rang I didn’t think twice about opening the door even though it was in the evening, and nearly everyone who I’ve told what happened told me “well why did you open the door?”. I asked myself that for years. What if I didn’t open the door. What if I fought harder. What if. I felt like it was my fault. Still do sometimes. One thing that I cannot stress enough is not aimed towards rape survivors themselves, but the people around them. Your support matters. It can make the difference between life and death. I can only imagine how hard it must be to see someone you love hurt like this, but please be patient. And to my brothers and sisters who have lived through the same nightmare. It will take time to heal. You will heal in your own way. Don’t… Continue reading »

It’s Your Fault

I’m a 22 year-old girl from Belgium, who got raped for 5 years by the boyfriend of my mother who has a borderline personality disorder. I’m really glad that there is a website like this, because, thanks to those stories I feel less alone. I hope that I could meet some of those great women once in my life, because now it still stays a very lonely package to care every day of my life. I was 11 when my mother met a new guy. Another one. My mother’s boyfriend number 44. But this one felt good. He was careful, playful and gave me some attention. We became really close friends. Just until the day that my mom felt into a depression. That first time, he came into my room in the middle of the night. Completely naked. I didn’t know what a naked man looked like, I founded it funny, because his private part… Continue reading »

Kept From Us

My mom’s side of the family is my family through and through. There’s about 60 of us that get together every major holiday since before I was born. We call each other of the phone and talk on Facebook. We are all really close. We all love each other and seemed like a great family. My mom is one of 9. 2 boys and 7 girls. My grandfather passed away more then 15 years ago. My grandmother passed only 4 years ago. My grandma passing is still very hard for me and the rest of the family. This past weekend my mom and her sisters and brothers got together to go through the rest of my grandparents stuff. My dad didn’t want to go and when i asked why he was very upset and didn’t want to tell me. Eventually he told me that he had a very big problem with my grandpa and didn’t… Continue reading »

My “Teammate” Raped Me

I am 27 years old and was raped by a man on my summer, co-ed, seemingly innocent, beer-league kickball team this summer. I had just come home from my family vacation earlier that evening- I was relaxed, tanned, fresh hair cut, feeling great. I knew I was headed out to celebrate with my friends and so I took an Uber (like a cab) so that I wouldn’t have to drink and drive. I had a blast with my friends all night. I caught up with old friends, flirted with new guys. I drank a lot of beer, I took a shot of my favorite whiskey at the end of the night and was feeling pretty happy-drunk. It was nothing unusual though. I knew I had plenty to drink, but I also knew I could take Uber home and be safe and sound in my own bed. Well, that wasn’t the case. At “last call” at… Continue reading »

Chiropractor

I’ve met several disaster dates through a popular online dating service known as “match” dot com but the worst was a successful, charismatic, attractive chiropractor who turned out to be a heartless sexual predator. 12 years ago in October, 2002, I went out with a seemingly attractive man who was my age and turned out to be a local chiropractor who was divorcing his wife. I regret ever having trusted him and allowing him to come over to my apartment on the premise of “giving me an adjustment” because he claimed my neck was out. I had met him for drinks the night before which was pleasant, he didn’t try to kiss me or grope me. Said he wanted he wanted to get together again the next morning for brunch. I agreed thinking he was a lovely person, but I was wrong, he was a sexual predator. After brunch, I wanted to end our second… Continue reading »