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Childhood Friend Date Rape

I had lived abroad with my military family and returned to my home State after graduating high school to live with my grandmother to decide my future rather college or join the military. I received a phone call from a childhood friend if I wanted to drive to a nearby city about 80 miles away and back we could catch up, get a bite to eat on the return. Even, my grandmother thought it was nice of him to take me on this brief day trip. This particular friend was a few years older than myself, but as a little girl he was always nice. This childhood friend had an unopened canned grape soda and asked if I wanted it. I thought he was being nice to offer the soda. But, after drinking a few drinks of the soda could not keep my eyes open. Next thing I remember is we were driving home and… Continue reading »

Through the Window

I was working hard as an undergraduate and I guess not getting enough sleep, because I slept through the man coming into my apartment and climbing on top of me and holding his hand over my mouth. Then I woke up. And realized my best bet was to comply and keep this person from going ballistic. I don’t remember it all but I survived. It pissed me off royally and I tried to get the jerk put away. I went through some rough times-drinking too much. But I ended up getting a PhD and am a professor and life is pretty good. I still struggle with not understanding how society can ignore this problem and with being wary of telling my story. A traumatized war veteran can say ‘Yeah I got PTSD from some stuff I experienced in the war in X”. But women are discouraged from talking about fighting what I consider a women’s… Continue reading »

I want my innocence back

I often feel as if I’m overreacting, that it wasn’t all that bad. Maybe I have even imagined or misremembered it, as I was drunk at the time; but the months leading up to it and my friend’s (drunken) memories should be enough as proof, seeing that the police takes it seriously enough. Anyway, I’ll start from the beginning. I was sixteen and had just broken up with my ex, whom I still loved a lot. I sought distraction in sex: first with my ex (which turned out to be a bad idea), later with friends. Apparently my best friend (I’ll refer to him as B. for the rest of the story) had told one of his friends (whom I’ll call K.) I was ‘easy’ (which was kind of true at the time) and as K. was desperately looking for some easy sex, he managed to get my number from B. He then started texting… Continue reading »

I was raped

I was standing at a bus stop when suddenly I was grabbed from behind. I was dragged into an alley and choked until I blacked out. when I came to , I was in a room , naked and some man was on top of me . He grabbed me by the throat and choked me several times as he sexually tortured me for the next several hours. He told me many times that he wasn’t sure he was gong to let me go. Finally ,he told me that he was going to have to kill me but he wasn’t through with me yet. At that point, I went limp and played dead. He shook me by the throat and slammed me down , then he put his clothes on and went out. I waited until I was sure he was gone , then I grabbed my clothes and ran outside. I got dressed in… Continue reading »

My Year in Hell

Ms. Linor Abargil is an inspiring woman and if she is brave enough to share her story with the world, I thought I could share my little bit of Hell in hopes it helps others and gives them hope. Within months of moving in with my boyfriend, the psychopath revealed himself. The psychological abuse started first, but it was the physical and sexual abuse that broke my spirit. I was often chained to the bed and repeatedly raped. When given some modicum of freedom he would threaten me with death if I ever called the police on him. While holding his favorite .44 Magnum to my head he would tell me that if I ever called the police he would kill me, kill the police officers when they arrived, then kill himself. The most chilling thing he ever told me was, “Girl! There are Men, Dogs, Livestock, and then Women. Why would you think I… Continue reading »

A horror that lasts a lifetime

When I was 21 I was kidnapped, held in a small space, beaten, tortured and repeatedly raped. At one point I must have left my body because I looked down on what was happening and told myself that I was going to be killed if I didn’t figure out what to do to get free. I talked my way out of being killed, I had the rapest drive me to a bus station, got the people behind the ticket counter to save me, call the police and they arrested the rapest. Then I was tortured again, this time by the non caring police and doctors, which were all men. I had to stand on a platform so pictures could be taken of my cuts and bruises, try to picture a 21 year old girl who was just kidnapped, tortured and raped having to stand, naked, in front of men so they could take pictures of… Continue reading »

Deceit of family friend

My story is not as much a story as it is my life. I have been through unfortunately two traumatic situations. For the longest time until I was in high school did it hit me I was abused and it was not ok that this is a big deal and I need to deal with this. When I was just five years old my brothers best friend was about 16 and at first I had an innocent crush and that soon changed. He was a person that was always around and family trusted him. One day my brother went to work outside. His friend and I stayed inside and I was watching tv. That’s when the first incident happened. I knew he was doing something wrong but didn’t fully understand until I was older. I didn’t tell anyone from embarrassment and who would believe he would’ve done such a thing? Now I have a daughter… Continue reading »

My Year in Hell

Ms. Linor Abargil is an inspiring woman and if she is brave enough to share her story with the world, I thought I could share my little bit of Hell in hopes it helps others and gives them hope. Within months of moving in with my boyfriend, the psychopath revealed himself. The psychological abuse started first, but it was the physical and sexual abuse that broke my spirit. I was often chained to the bed and repeatedly raped. When given some modicum of freedom he would threaten me with death if I ever called the police on him. While holding his favorite .44 Magnum to my head he would tell me that if I ever called the police he would kill me, kill the police officers when they arrived, then kill himself. The most chilling thing he ever told me was, “Girl! There are Men, Dogs, Livestock, and then Women. Why would you think I… Continue reading »

Keeping Faith

I was recently kidnapped and kept in a room where a man repeatedly drugged and raped me. He told me to do everything he said and he would let me go. Blindfolded, with my hands tied behind my back, I did. I prayed so hard and asked God not to leave my side. It is so hard getting my life together. I can fake it very well but my heart, soul and mind are torn. This movie repeating in my head will never go away. I understand that. I just wish this man would have never interrupted my life. I just feel like everything was taken from me. I feel alone and just set off now. Paranoid all the time. I don’t want to go to counseling because I don’t want to feel like a victim. I spoke up and have to go through a lot. He is out on bond and it’s talking it’s… Continue reading »

Perseverance

I was young when it all began not I remember when or how he started only I can remember of a man who touched me so lasted for some time too young lost my grandmother should probably have among 5 or 6 years My mother was very young and had no responsibility I passed some difficulties on went hungry ordered on the streets I lived with some families the only thing that has not changed was the men and the attempts blackmailing moral violation and abuses and mental I have been sharply taken out of my family at the death from my grandmother and to separated from the my brothers and my mother may not assume its responsibilities up to the age of 14 years lived in a bridge between a family with whom I started to live when I had 7years and to my mom and her he had bebes each year 14 years… Continue reading »