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Survivor of Rape

After my rape, I tried to pretend like everything was okay and stuffed the pain away somewhere deep inside. I finally wrote my story almost a year ago to a friend of mine. At the time I thought I was strong and “over things”, but the truth was, I wasn’t. Writing my story took me through an emotional journey that I definitely didn’t expect to happen, but one that I needed to go through. I now share it again, more publicly, incase my story of what happen to me, might help someone else and incase it encourages someone to share theirs. Sharing your story is scary, I’m scared right now to put my story out there for the world to see, but I know in the end it’s so relieving to let it all out, its empowering and sharing our stories is what makes us survivors become stronger. I was raped while I was in… Continue reading »

Raped at Camp

I was 9 years old at a campground my whole family went to every year, literally since I was a baby. The two teenage boys that raped me were neighbors from the adjacent campsite. They were sons of a minister. It happened when I was walking enjoying the woods. The first time they raped me, I wanted to see the way the sun was shining in the grassy area. It looked so nice, but they were there. I see no need to get specific, it was bad enough. I tried to fight. I even had a pocket knife, but I didn’t have the heart to use it on them. I just threatened to use it. The second time they raped me, was by the boat launch. They pushed me into an outhouse. It was so bad. I didn’t know what was going on, but I fought so hard and did my best but then he… Continue reading »

What Can I Do

At the age of 11, I got my first boyfriend. He was a 16 year old boy that went to a near by high-school, and I had my eye on him for awhile. We were together for about 6 months and he always wanted to do more but I never did. Some days he would call me to come to the back of his school to hang out. While there he would ask me to suck his cock, and I would want to please him. One day when he called back there, he had about 6 older friends with him. I asked him what was going on, and he told me that he owed them. He then told me to suck all there cocks and I refused. They were all drug users that were about 20-25. They grabbed me and ripped my close off. I looked at my “so called” boyfriend and asked for help… Continue reading »


First of all, I want to thank Linor. Thank you for sharing your story. I have watched it about 5 times by now. Every time I have a hard time, I watch this so I don’t have to feel so alone. I am 22 years old now and I was sexually abused when I was around the age of seven by a man that was fixing things around my parents house. At first I actually liked him. He was funny, brought me games and other things. I remember the first time something happened very well. He asked me if I wanted to see something, but it had to be a secret between just us two. Of course, a seven year old thought a secret was awesome. Well it was not that secret I had in mind. It happened a few times, I don’t remember everything and sometimes I’m glad I don’t. Sometimes I want to… Continue reading »

Mother and Son

When I was 13, I was able to have my own room without my brother, but looking back at it now I wish we had the same room. Almost every other night my mom would come into my room when I was sleeping and rape me. Most people say “It’s not rape if you liked it.” Well, I didn’t like it and had No control over it. I found out that she was doing it one night when I woke up to her on top of me. I tried to get her off me, but I didn’t have the strength. When she did it, she didn’t use a condom and made me release inside her. I could only hope she didn’t get pregnant. She got up and kissed me on the lips and said “Thanks son and your the daddy of this baby.” I tried to confront her about it, but she ignored me. Without… Continue reading »


6 years have passed and I think about this everyday. Everyday. An inner tug of war turning the events over in my head. My boyfriend is an ‘upstanding citizen’, joined the army for the forces of good and would walk old ladies across the road. He started by the end of our 5 year relationship, to preach the values of Christianity and go regularly to Church; sitting around singing ‘kumbayah’. I am an atheist whom he forced people to prey for me when I once visited the Church. For 4 and a half years he was a lovely boyfriend and have never understood his actions. The above is one of the reasons why I never felt like I could tell my friends and family what happened. I even cried when he broke up with me; I had friends around and we dressed up in my vintage gear, drank wine and took hundreds of photos pulling… Continue reading »

He Laughed

Every year me and my friends have a pre-Christmas celebration together instead of buying each other presents. 2 years ago we decided to have Christmas dinner & drinks a few days before Christmas, I was 20. It was a really good night, we all brought different food, drink and games and I remember we spent the majority of the night laughing. Unfortunately I had a bit too much to drink and ended up being sick, everyone decided to call it a night and headed to bed and I was left to sleep downstairs with one of my male friends who I’d known for 7 years, we had a sofa each. Because of my state i completely passed out as soon as I lay down, when I came round again my male friend was on top of me, I knew what was happening but I was paralyzed and couldn’t even speak. I kept drifting in and… Continue reading »

Sex Slave

It all began when they became my best friends. I was the only girl in a very small neighborhood in the country. There was no business within miles. A mile long dirt road curving through a hill by a river. I was 9 years old when it began. The leader was already practicing criminal activity and drug abuse. He talked 3 other boys into his plan of action. After school we were dropped off by our school bus at the entrance of the dirt road. The school did not consider the neighbor city limits so we had to walk a half mile home. Between the bus stop and home was nothing but forest. Before the bus was even done turning around they jumped and kicked me in the back then choked me, poking a thumb in my right eye. I was punched and slapped then dragged into the woods by 2 boys a little older… Continue reading »

Abuse of Men and By My Mother

My name is Michelle and I have lived a life that I wished was only a movie. The first memory I have is when I was 5,and my mother’s boyfriend was sexually abusing me. My mother sat me in the living and put on a talk show, the topic was a woman giving birth. I remember this like it was yesterday. Out of her mouth came, “if you you aren’t careful this is what is going to happen to you. This boyfriend sexually assaulted me for 4 years. Most of the abuse was done to me in the morning, in their bed, with her apparently sleeping right beside him. Then about two years later she meets her to be second husband, they married, and the abuse starts all over again. This went on for about 3 to 4 years. During this time my so called step father’s friend, who my mother didn’t trust or really… Continue reading »

The Man in Uniform

My mom once told me is that the good thing about youth is that you are unafraid to try things. And in this story I was definitely unafraid to try something, or rather someone, new. I was doing my usual work outs at the military gym; a man had suddenly started to hit on me, he wouldn’t leave me alone. With no clue what to do I innocently asked another kind looking man to escort me to my car so I wouldn’t be followed. He did as such, we carried a long conversation in the parking lot and he told me, “If anyone tries to bother you again call me.” We exchanged numbers. Things started to feel like a fairy tale at this point. I was 19 and had never been on an actual date before until I met “The Man in Uniform”. He was charming, he was sweet, he even bought me the soy… Continue reading »