When I was 10 I acted older then what I was. At this age I got my first boyfriend and he was 17( he didn’t care about my age because of my body type ). I wasn’t sure if l liked him but he treated me like he loved me. He would buy me things and make sure I had every thing I need. Soon he asked me for sex. At first, I said “no” because of my age but later that night I agreed and we did it. The next morning I woke up tied up in his basement surrounded by about 8 grown men. They all raped me and beat me. They called me a 10 year old slut and a hoe. This went on for about 6 hours. When I was free it hurt to walk but I walked home crying. When I got home I told my mom and was rushed… Continue reading »
I’m currently enrolled in a Philosophy of Love and Sex class at university and we were discussing sexual assault. The lecture really opened my eyes to something that had happened me earlier in the year and I’m pretty pissed and confused about it now. Friends from my previous university were visiting me and staying at my house. We went downtown for drinks and such when things began to spin out of control. One of my friends isolated me from the group, convinced me to go outside with him and sort of pinned me up against the wall and starting making out with me. I didn’t exactly want it and I kept saying things like “No, we really shouldn’t be doing this etc.” but I really didn’t think it was the biggest deal. I mean I had made out drunk with boys at the bar before and could write it off quite easily. After that though… Continue reading »
Hello Linor, I just want to say how inspiring I find you and how you have become a symbol of female power and strength. When I think of you, I don’t see a victim, I see a lioness who despite being hurt, doesn’t back down, doesn’t accept defeat and whose roar shows that you are a force to be reckoned with. I am woman, hear me roar definitely applies to you!! Your story has given me courage to share mine. I know molestation is not any less serious as actual rape, but at the end of the day, I personally believe the end result is the same. The feeling of shame, disgust, worthlessness. I was 8 years old. He was around 11 or so. The son of my dad’s cousin but in the Indian culture, it was normal for cousins to also be seen as siblings. I trusted him. It happened in my grandmother’s room…. Continue reading »
Hello, I am 27 years old, came across this story on Netflix. I was abused as a chid. At 5 years old is were it all began. I was abused by my cousin, he was about 22 years old in that time. My mom would drop me off to my uncles house whenever she need to run errands and little did she know what was happening. I never told her anything because I was told that that was normal, by the abuser, but it felt so wrong. I would cry that i did not want to go to uncles house but mom never knew why. That scared me for life! It changed my life completely. Ripped my innocence and childhood right off me. I happened so many times that i lost count. Never told my parents until a second person abused me. I was 14 years old then, thats when told my parents. We never… Continue reading »
I don’t want to sound weak but this really scared and I wouldn’t classify it as rape, but I want to talk it out. I love this game online but also has a chatting room which you think would be good but it wasn’t. Some boys started targeting me with nudes and inappropriate videos. Then they called me a whore, slut and an attention seeking twat. Then more and more people did it and I started feeling scared. Then another boy from a different country started chatting and I felt weird and kind of stripped of all comfortableness. Is this wrong, or should I get help?
When I was three or four years old, I was raped by a man whom I’ve never met in my life. He was not a family friend, and I shouldn’t have been in the place where it happened to begin with. I’m 16 years old now and I live with my grandparents and aunt. When I was three or four years old, my mother took me to a party so she could get high or drunk or whatever she was doing at the time. All I know is that it was bad and I should have been left at home. I was in a dark room and I believe my friend was with me and we were playing with the things that were at our conveniences. I don’t remember what the man looked like, but I do know he was tall with dark hair and facial hair. He didn’t say much, but my friend somehow… Continue reading »
This is a very long story but I feel this is the only way I can tell it. I am a survivor of not one but two rapes. I will start by saying I’ve never written down my stories and I’ve only told my two closes friends and my family knows of both after the second rape happened. I still struggle to this day with the ptsd which has gotten worse since the second rape which happened almost two years ago but I am learning to live again and let go of the pain. My first rape was when I was 15 years old a month before my 16th birthday. I was dating a guy we will call him A. We dated for 6 months. I was a Christian girl been a Christian my whole life I was a firm believer in no sex before marriage as it is taught that way in the christian… Continue reading »
It was a traumatic time for me and it even makes my guts clench and bile run up my throat each and every time such a dark memory evades my mind. The fact that he got away with it because of his status and how rich and connected him and his family were makes me bitter at times. It was a friday night and I wasn’t really a weekend-party animal person, but my friends were, and they persuaded me to attend some huge frat party hosted by ‘Ryan’ (it’s not his real name) and I actually wanted to do something more during the weekend rather than reading books and watching Netflix all alone. It felt nice connecting with different people, and I really started to enjoy myself and- I got carried away, I guess. From the corner of my eye, I could vividly remember him occasionally eyeing me- showing interest, and I could remember feeling… Continue reading »
When I was about 10 years old I remember I was dropped at my aunt and step uncles house by my parents. I remember playing just being a child and playing with my younger cousins. I will never forget the time they called me in the room and asked me to go fetch them some water from the fridge. Upon return I clearly recall my aunt telling me to look while she started touching my step uncle’s penis above his boxer shorts and I will never forget her looking into my eyes when she was speaking to me. Whenever I see my aunt and step uncle they always stair at me and treat me like I’m not. It’s like they have a grip on my life. I’m a 42 year old male and still suffer from time to time with trust issues and I isolate a lot and turn people away whenever they want to… Continue reading »
My story begins from when I was a little girl. An innocent child at the hands of a cruel father. My father and mother got a divorce because he abused her in ways you couldn’t imagine. This all started when I was visiting him when I was about four years old and was having sleepovers at his house. That’s how my young life started,being sexually abused over and over again. When I was a young child I was sexually abused. I dealt with it by never telling anyone and eventually forgetting it myself. He started touching me than he would show me his penis. I was too scared to tell anyone.