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Sexually Assaulted in Cuba

I visited Cuba with my husband and came down with a severe case of food poisoning. While my husband was at the pool, I was recuperating in my room. I was startled awake when I felt something ‘fluffy’ in the palm of my hand. Before I opened my eyes, I recognised what was in my hand. When I opened my eyes I was shocked to see a man in an orange jumpsuit with his testicles in my hand! I screamed and chased him out of the room. I dressed quickly and ran down to the lobby to report it. I was hysterical and they looked at me with such doubt and confusion. I was appauled at their malaise! I found my husband and we spent the rest of our vacation filling out reports and being interviewed by police. My husband is blind and they did a ‘voice lineup’ because the handyman had an issue with… Continue reading »

Gang Raped at 16

5 days after my 16th birthday, I was gang raped. I was taken from a party to an apartment where they took turns raping me for hours. There were around 10 of them, I’m not exactly sure. I remember being left alone for long patches of time, this was when they were watching football. I tried to escape but I had to walk through the area where they were to get to the front door. I fell and the biggest one picked me up and carried me back into the bedroom. I will always remember him saying ‘we’re not finished with you yet’, and how he called me ‘sweetie’ and ‘baby’ while raping me. For years I blamed myself, telling myself I shouldn’t have been drinking. Some of my most creative moments have come from the elaborate rationales I have used to make this my fault. The silence is so isolating. My life was such… Continue reading »

No Power

I was in my junior year of high school, and had been hanging around older kids, drinking, and doing drugs. I felt as if my town had gotten to be so boring, that if I wasn’t taking some kind of risk, I wasn’t alive. My friend Shelly and I went to a party a few streets down from my house. I recognized few people, including a guy named Tim who was older and more popular than myself, and this kid Tony who used to be on my bus. I pitted Tony, he was fat and quiet. I made extra effort to be friendly toward him, because no one else was. I became intoxicated far too quickly, and I was told that Tim kept rubbing my leg in a sexual manner as I was passed out on the couch. So, my friends moved me to a back room where they thought I would be left alone…. Continue reading »

I Am Still Standing

Being taken advantage of isn’t particularly new to me. From the ages of four to eighteen I was neglected and abused by both of my parents in many ways. When I left for college in August of 2010 I fully planned to leave my old life behind and fight to build my own new life. My father had all but disowned me (that would come later in my freshmen year) and my mother was all but non-existent. The fight for my own life, however, was only going to get more complicated. A month into my freshmen year at my university I was raped by a new acquaintance – an international student from Jamaica who had claimed he fully understood we could be nothing more than friends (I was dating long distance at the time) – in my dorm room. Because of my previous experiences as a child I froze. I didn’t scream, but remember saying,… Continue reading »

A flat tire is a rapist’s opportunity

In September 2003, my twin sister babysat my 2 year old son so I could go out with friends. On the drive home, I got a flat tire and a man pulled off the highway to ‘help’ me. After pretending to fix the tire and failing, he offered to drive me to a gas station. Once in his car, he beat me, raped me, and planned on how to kill me. Luckily, a nearby construction worker interrupted my attacker and I escaped. My rapist left the scene. I reported everything to the police and had a rape kit completed. Several months later, the police caught my attacker breaking into a woman’s house and pinned him back to my case with DNA evidence. My case went to trial with a grand jury for 5 days in 2005. I testified. I was cross examined. And it was like being raped again. He was convicted of 2nd degree… Continue reading »

Protect and Served and Raped

I was serving in the U.S. Air Force and deployed during Operation Enduring Freedom. At the time I had no inclination I was in danger and I never thought in a million years that it was someone I knew. I was sexually assaulted and raped by my superior (boss), 1SG. I remember a male witness stood a ways from the tent, who at no point intervened to help me as I was pulled into the tent, thrown to the ground and had my face repeatedly slammed into the floor. He took out his gerber knife, cut my pants and my belt, also cutting my back and sodomized me. I screamed for him to stop, I screamed for help but he grabbed my mouth. I bit him and he slammed my head, rolled me over and slammed my head more till I blacked out. I woke up and saw him on top of me, finishing and… Continue reading »

Sexist Families Leave Girls Vulnerable to Rape

Having survived two childhood rapes and two violently sexist ex partners, I would suggest that the current system is totally set up to protect the perpetrators and is hugely biaised against the women and children that are assaulted by men and boys. I did speak out to friends at the time of my rapes when I was a child, but none of them seemed to believe me, even though one of my friends had been in the same bed when we were attacked together and I was digitally raped by four unknown boys. The thing that made me despair was that I was treated as a liar in this instance even though no one treated me as a liar in other circumstances and I couldn’t figure out why or what I’d done wrong in the situation to cause it. That shame and guilt stuck with me in two violent relationships where the guys lied and… Continue reading »

Speaking It

I do not know how to begin. I do not know, because these things aren’t talked about. There is no way to talk about them, so there is no way to start. But maybe starting at the beginning is best. It was a date. Not the first. He was charming, well-spoken. Complimentary, unusual. I told friends I was going on a date with a ‘wildcard’. He was quirky, intelligent, interesting. And interested in me. I liked him. I was flattered. He gave me a gift when we met. He held my hand, so tight. We had dinner, and I liked him still. I asked to go back to his place. I asked. He placed his arm around my shoulder as he walked me down the corridor, down another corridor, and another, a maze of corridors, to his apartment. He locked the door behind us, and took off my clothes, my glasses. And that is when… Continue reading »

My story!

As a child (3-7 years old) I was sexually, physically, mentally abused by my biological father. My mother didn’t believe me when I told her what had happened when it first happened so it continued until my grandmother beat it out of me. I don’t think she realised what she was getting into. She just hated me because he was also raping her, unbeknownst to anyone else, and I was his daughter (like father like daughter she thought.) After her beating she called the police and we were removed from his care and placed into a woman’s refuge until we were settled somewhere else (my mum, sister and brother.) I wanted to speak about as a healing process for me, my mum, nana and sister (and everyone else basically) thought it was best to keep quiet and forget about it. So I had my uncle who I could ask questions/talk to about it and he… Continue reading »


“When I was 11 my older brother started raping me, clearly my barely pubescent vagina was not sophisticated enough to know this was a legitimate rape, seeing as after a few months of abuse I became pregnant. This was in the late 80′s and the system of bullshit that I had to go through to be allowed an abortion was beyond any type of ignorance and discrimination I have yet to personally experience since. The ability for the medical and even social work community to make a child feel like a whore after she’s been mentally, physically, sexually and emotional abused was mind boggling. Eventually I got the abortion that I had to fight for. I’m not sure if I was the one statistical anomaly but 1 week later I started to bleed a lot. I was very poor and I couldn’t afford a cab or bus fare, so I walked myself down to the… Continue reading »