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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 »

Happy Birthday

I fell asleep on a couch of my friend, coworker, and tutor. I knew his place to be a safe one. I even knew his roommate, a friend I’ve known since elementary school. I woke up in his bed on my stomach with his on my back inside of me. I was too weak to make a noise and fell unconscious immediately. I woke up with the stench of latex all over me and he said we shouldn’t be friends anymore. It was my 19th birthday. I got my clothes on and I went to school. I didn’t tell anyone for 9 months. I knew this happens to everyone and I saw myself as nothing special or worth it to report him. I’ve been ‘graped’ (the grey area of rape -Amy Schumer). I said no and he said “come on, all the guys left. Come on come on” and just inserted himself. Doctors deem me… 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

Always the Girls Fault

He was my best friend. I had known him nearly a couple months then he started flirting with me. By that stage we were inseparable best friends. It started with asking for pictures which i gave into 3 times, hoping he’d stop. He did. The first time he asked me to hangout at his house, wed hung out millions of times before but not alone. I did not want to see him alone because of the snapchat incidents so invited another friend and it was all good. Then when the friend left i was alone with him. He wanted to show me his bed room which seemed normal. Next minute he pushes me onto the bed and starts kissing me and hes quite a lot bigger than me but i whispered no, well at least i thought i did. Then he fingered me, i was kind of frozen, it didn’t really occur to me that… Continue reading »

Multiples Agressions Sexuelles

J’ai 31 ans et je suis afro-canadienne. J’ai été agressée sexuellement à plusieurs reprises. La première fois, je devais avoir 8 ans. J’étais dans un autobus loué par mes parents, bondé de monde. On allait à la campagne assister au mariage d’une parente. Mi-trajet, mon père a pris la place du chauffeur et ce dernier est venu s’asseoir à côté de moi. J’étais du côté fenêtre. Il s’est subtilement mis à me masturber. Je ne comprenais pas trop ce qui se passait, mais je savais que c’était mal. Je me suis tue: il était plus âgé et j’avais peur de me faire punir. La deuxième fois, deux hommes que je connaissais m’ont violée. J’ai dit non, mais ils ont insisté et m’ont déshabillée. Je ne me suis pas débattue. J’étais physiquement intimidée par eux et hébétée par ce qui était en train de se passer. Ils se sont excusés après, ont juré ne pas avoir… Continue reading »

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 »

The Story of a Boy

If I were a painter, And could paint a memory, I’d use my brush to make an impression of a boy. A young boy, an innocent young boy who wore his khaki shorts and his half-tucked desert gold shirt with a black and green stripped tie. He played and had his territorial fights in the ground for who had control over the slide. This boy would walk back to his dad’s workplace and wait for his dad to be done with his work and would go back home with him. He would walk back from school traversing the 750 meters of footpaths and bridges, crossing three signals and walking past all the different character that could be found on the streets of the beautiful garden city. Once he reached his dad’s workplace he would walk in through one of the two sliding gates of the building. which led to a low-lit passage way which led… Continue reading »

I Can Barely Remember

I was a bit of a nightmare teenager. I used to go out, get dressed up have a few drinks and mess around with my friends. I was always doing things before my peers in school. I was 17, there was nothing I hadn’t done or tried. Everything apart from ‘it’. I’m not over religious but I am religious to some point and I always thought I would wait till I was married before I done ‘that’. I was drunk that night, I can barely remember what happened but I remember his eyes. I remember him telling me he would look after me. I remember my phone going missing and pretty sure it was him. I remember waking up in a horrible bed, he was laughing, he asked me why I was bleeding. He knew why. Looking back he knew, everything he said that next day and everything he done all finally made sense. I… Continue reading »