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Kidnapped and Raped

I was 12, walking home from school. It was a sunny day, everything was fine, and my house wasn’t too far away. A man drove up to me, asking for directions. Being the kind girl I was, I pointed him in the direction he needed to go. I didn’t notice that behind me someone had snuck up. He held a knife to my throat, and forced me into the back of the mans car. They took my to what I could assume was an abandoned farmhouse or the like, where they kept me for weeks, forcing oral and normal rape and beatings. Finally, they were caught, and were jailed for life. They could heal my wounds, but not the scar in my mind. — Survivor, age 25

Convincing Myself

I recently had a job interview, it went really well and fingers crossed I will get the job. I was confident with answering all of the questions, except one: ‘How would you feel about someone who has been convicted of a sexual assault working in the office?’. This might seem like an unusual question to be asked in a job interview, I should explain that I was applying to work for an organization that works with ex-offenders. I answered with a typical ‘I would trust the organization had screened the volunteers and would raise any issues if I felt uncomfortable etc’, my heart jumped a bit when I heard the question, but I was quick to recover and answer the question. It was only when the interview was over that the question re-appeared in my mind and I wondered how I would be ok with it. ‘It’s fine, I told myself, because rapists that go… Continue reading »

I’m the Slut. I Must’ve Wanted It.

I’m only 16. I don’t have the perfect life. Never have. But I have an amazing supportive family and they have given me more than enough to flourish into who I am today.. Or who I was. It only happened about a month or so ago. We were friends for a while. Never really hung out much. But we hung out a couple days almost a straight week. I don’t even know how to word this. We were in my room just watching a movie with the door open. I never thought anything bad of it. He would try to touch me and I said no he would stop. He’d ever so often push my hand down his pants but I’d pull it away. We were laying down and he kept grabbing my shorts. I kept saying no. He stopped for a while and I thought nothing of it. I was laying on my side… Continue reading »

BC Oilfield Ruined My Life

If it were to ever happen to anyone. I wish it would happen to me again as I don’t wish this on my darkest enemy. It was Friday and I was blessed with a sunny day off. I had went into the dispatch office in the morning asking if there was any work. With a office full of people my dispatch perked up “congratulations here is you’re 2 year bonus. With smiles from the older fellows and another rude comment form Kurt “i wonder whose going to get in you’re pants first”. Not thinking much of the silly game the office plays i went home and set up the hammock in the back yard and played fetch with the neighbors dog Sophie. It was a lazy day and a well needed one at that. It had been a short cold winter but as us working outside can make a person bitter. The fire pit was… Continue reading »

My Story

The reason i am sharing my story is because, all though SOME of my family have always been 100% supportive of my sexual assault and would do anything to help me. They don’t understand what I’ve been through and hopefully never will. Although I have told most of my close friends, they brush it off and act like its not a big deal, and although this may be because they don’t know how to respond. I guess I just need reminding that what happened to me is a big deal and isn’t something to just ‘brush off’. So, although i know many people had it a lot worse than I did, i just need support and know that I’m not alone. When I was 8 or 9 years old, my parents got divorced and I was at my dads for the week. I woke up in the middle of the night, as per usual and… Continue reading »

Almost A Stranger

On Saturday, May 2nd, 2016 my life changed. I invited a guy over, that I had met online. I had met him once before. It was around 3 o’clock in the morning when he arrived at my home. He had asked me if I wanted to go for a drive through the park with him. Of course I said yes, not knowing what was going to happen. We drove around for a bit. After a while we parked across the street from my house. I had gotten out for some fresh air. He got out of his car and walked around, opening the back car door. I was confused at that point. He then put a knife to my throat, forcing me into the car. He closed and locked the door with him and I both in the vehicle. He cut my pants and blouse off. When I attempted to scream he grabbed my neck,… Continue reading »

Secret Sorrow

I would like to share my story. I grew up away from my mother. I spent my first 6 years with my loving grandma until my mother was ready to take me away from her. It was my mother and I was willing to start a life with her but this is where my life goes downhill. She takes me home at 6 while she was pregnant, and with her boyfriend at the time. I was brand new to this woman, I’ve never actually knew who she was. She was a bitter woman, all she did was verbally abuse me… Call me names and always yelled. On top of this her boyfriend was weird. He loved pornography so much that he watched it during the day in her bedroom, she allowed him to do it while I was around. He always had a very large prom collection, magazines and VHS tapes….he started in on me… Continue reading »


My dad had always been violent towards me. Me parents split up ages ago but he still come back to ‘see’ me. But he would hit me. He broke my jaw and cracked my ribs. He said if I told anyone he would kill me. So I kept my mouth shut. One night I was home alone. My sister was at her boyfriends place and my mum was out. I heard someone was in the house. I thought I was dad but it was one of his ‘mates’.. I didn’t know what he wanted from me and I was scared out of my mind. I ran to my room and shut the door but he pulled me out to his car, held a gun to my head and raped me. After he threw me in the ground and drove off. I didn’t know what to do. I was traumatized. Now I can’t sleep at night… Continue reading »

I Want to Live

When I was 5 years old I slept over my cousins house. She wanted to play doctor. I never played before. Her mom walked in and sent me and my sister home. We never saw her again until we were older. Her mom blamed us but it was her idea. Every time I would shower or use the bathroom I would see my brother sticking a cd upside down under the door so he could see in. He would wear loose fitting boxers to show himself me and my sister casually. I just started puberty and i was asleep in my bed. My mom was out with friends. I woke to what I thought was something touching my vagina but it was my brother standing at my bed side waking me to ask what time mom would be home. I brushed it off. Few weeks later and I’m asleep on my couch its late and… Continue reading »

Panic Attack

The very first time I ever had a panic attack, I was 16, my boyfriend was there. I was lying on the floor of my bedroom listening to him tell me some stupid line about how he “had been thinking about me all week”, when it just hit me, not triggered by anything in particular, but there was o mistaking what it was- shallow breaths, chest pains, the complete inability to move, speak, or even think. Clearly something was wrong. I remember trying desperately to make some words come out, to tell him that something was happening; that I needed him to stop and just hold me. But he was too busy already unbuttoning his pants. Most of what happened next was drowned in a blur of my own fear, but I remember more than enough. I remember him looking me in the eyes- tears streaming down my face, trying frantically to get out the… Continue reading »