I was not sure if I was ready to talk about that night. I haven’t really shared details with very many people. It was my deceased mom’s birthday and I was over my aunts house for a mini celebration. I went to visit one of my friends at Applebee’s. Then it happened. I was abducted. In my own car. silly me not to lock the doors after I got in. I was told to get over and not say a word. I will not get into details but we drove around for what felt like hours. Then he stopped at what used to be one of my favorite parks. I was raped. When he was done he made me drive him home. Can you believe that? I did not know it was his home at first. I found that out later on. I was really out of it and could not remember where i dropped… Continue reading »
I would like to first of all, praise all the women who’ve shared their stories on this website. It is a brave thing to discuss a topic so horrific and traumatizing. Speaking from personal experience, I know what kind of strength and courage that is needed to do such a thing. I would also like to thank Linor for her efforts and her cause. I was raped over 3 years ago by two guys I barely knew. I was on a date with one of them and after 3 drinks, I blacked out and did not remember the rest of the night. I believe I was drugged because I spent the following day sick to my stomach. Bits and pieces of the night came to me and I do remember having sex with the both of them. I knew in my head that I didn’t want to. All I thought that night was that I… Continue reading »
I am 23 y/o of Multiracial Ethnicities, Filipino-Spanish-American. Struggling w/the issue of being multiracial and identifying my sexual identity. I am a survivor of 10 years of child incest/rape by my father from 6-17 years old. I was date raped again by a friend in college, he brought alcohol over, we watched a movie, he had sex with me while pushing my head down on the pillow, as I was telling him to stop. I was raped (fingered) by another guy after college. I told him I didn’t want to have sex but he kept on pulling my pants down. I felt dirty, used, abused, objectified. My dads best friend was a cop and also another uncle of mine had also fondeled me when I was young. I am ANGRY. And am in the process of Re-GAINING my Freedom, Control over my body and life. I am 23 years old and I am a survivor…. Continue reading »
Eleven years ago, when I was 16, I was raped. Or that’s how I seem to remember it. You see, I wasn’t held at knifepoint. I wasn’t pushed onto a dirty mattress. I didn’t have my clothes ripped off. I wasn’t even crying. My young self let things go “too far” with a man I barely knew. The next thing I knew, he was having sex with me and all I remember saying is, “I don’t think I want to do this.” That should be enough to consistute rape, right? I’m not so sure. I didn’t push him away, but I laid there lifeless waiting for it to be over. Was I raped? Over the last eleven years I’ve gathered strength from reading and hearing stories from other friends and strangers that have been raped, including my best friend Jennye that has been contacted for this documentary. She screams her rape from the rooftops and… Continue reading »
I don’t have a story, but I am glad the site is here.