When I was about 6, my 12-year-old brother ordered me to take off my pants, and proceeded to rape me. Of course, I didn’t know what he was doing, I just had to obey him. He had me have intercourse fairly regularly, even just taking me to his room when our parents were home. I would often expect it when I got home from school, or if he got home from a date having not “Gotten Some.” Later, I found out what sexual intercourse was, but it never occurred to me that I could stop it by telling someone. It was just easier on me to spend a few minutes letting him do it, and then I was free. It continued until he was 19, and I was 13. Not that he stopped, he had gotten in trouble for breaking into a place, and the Police searched his room. Not only recovering stolen items, he… Continue reading »
Molest
Hey, guys. So, yeah… I’ve been keeping these feelings of anger and betrayal in for too long, and I’ve decided to finally share my story. Since a very young age, my parents taught me that my (woman part) is mine, and no one should ever get to touch it WITHOUT my consent. So, I guess I knew it was wrong, but sadly when you’re that young, you don’t really know what the meaning of the word ‘molest’ is. So, I remember I was 6 at the time and my mom’s work friend/ best friend offered to look after someone’s house while they were away, and we slept over with her at the house. Unfortunately her (at that time) boyfriend decided to tag along as well… So we went out to visit their friends as we were looking after the house and I remember at that time I used to have a favorite blanket that had… Continue reading »
Ride from the Concert
I had tickets to a concert, and took a good girl friend. While there, we hooked up with 2 guy friends. We did a few recreational pharmaceuticals, more than a few. They offered to ride us home, and we went, why not? Well, they pulled into a park, and the guy was pawing my friend, and she was laughing and responding until he started to undress her, and she started objecting. At this point, the other guy turned on me, and pushed me down in the seat. As my friend was being raped in the backseat, laughing about it, I was yelling RAPE! in the front, while he forcibly penetrated me. The results were the same. They dropped us off at the train, and drove off. She turned to me in the reality of just being raped, and screamed in frustration. She stayed at my house, being alone was not an option. — Autumn, age… Continue reading »
The abuser
When I was 4 my mum married the most aggressive man. When I was 6 he started touching me and making me watch him touch himself and was told to never to tell anyone. Of course I never because I was terrified it kept happening until I was about 15, but I still had to live with this man knowing what he done. I always worried if he would try and touch my younger sisters. Just after I turned 16 he hit me and my mum chucked him out for all of 2 weeks, so I left and stayed with my auntie and uncle for 6 months. For money reasons had to go back, 2 months later my best friend came to me and told me that he had done the same to her. We didn’t want the police involved. We told my mum and he was chucked out but a week later the police… Continue reading »
I Woke Up In The Tub
I woke up in the bathtub. With the shower running. My socks were on. My underwear between my legs. The alarm was going off. Something was wrong. Besides the socks. Besides the underwear. Besides the shower and the tub. Besides the pain. Don’t think about the pain. Something was wrong. I was late for my flight. Get on the plane. Don’t think about the pain, get on the plane. So I did. I don’t remember actually getting out of the shower, turning off the water, drying off or getting dressed – I assume it happened because the next thing I remember is tossing my room keys onto the hotel front desk and checking out. Something’s wrong with my eyes. Why can’t I open my eyes all the way. Why do I hurt. Get on the plane. C calls – her driver’s license is missing; is mine missing? do I have hers accidentally? Do I remember… Continue reading »
Was It My Fault?
My experience has left me confused so I would really appreciate it if someone could help me understand this. First off I was 19 when this happened & I’m 20 now. This happened back in September of 2015. I was in a sexual relationship with a Marine & I had given my virginity to him after a few glasses of wine. He asked me if I wanted to go to bed with him & I stupidly said yes to him & we had sex. A couple of weekends later we met up again & we did oral. I was giving him head but I was not deep throating because I am not comfortable with it. Giving head & deep throating are 2 different things if I’m not mistaken. I have consent to him for me to give him a blow job, as I was giving it to him he asked me “How deep can you… Continue reading »
Kidnapped in Naples
In December of 1989 I was traveling in Italy alone, but I had contacts that my boyfriend in Canada had set up for me in different cities in Italy. I left friends in Rome to go to Naples specifically to see Pompeii. When I arrived in Naples my contact had moved and couldn’t be reached, I was disappointed but I was on a mission. A man on a scooter who spoke moderate English said he could help me, that he worked with the tourist board and could help me find a hotel, what price range was I looking at. Since he was on a scooter I thought to myself if he tried anything I could easily jump off, so I left with him to find a hotel, he drove up and around as if to give me a tour but also to confuse me about Naples. He took me to a pensione, I registered and… Continue reading »
They asked if I was lying
In August 2005, I was raped by someone known to my family. I was drunk and passed out when it happened. For a long time, I felt like it was my mistake. Like it was my fault that someone had done this to me. I remember people asking me if it really happened. My brother asked me if it was true. I wish it wasn’t. The weight that I’ve carried for the past 10 yrs has been unbearable at times. I would try so hard to forget, but I’ve thought about my assault every single day. I hope that finally sharing my story will start this much delayed and much needed healing process. — Jaimie
Senior Trip
I was 18 years old when I was raped. This event occurred about 6 months ago, on my senior trip. I got extremely intoxicated with a big group of friends. Friends I’ve grown up with. One of my friends was around me pretty much the whole night, a male friend. He watched me drink, and drink and drink until he knew I wasn’t in my right mind anymore. While he sat back and watched me, he never touched a single drink. He was completely sober the whole night. A group of us went down to the beach. I was drunk at this point but still able to recall. I remember stumbling around with a girlfriend of mine and getting sandy. Four of us went up to one of the hotel rooms we were close to and I wanted to shower because of all the sand on us. By then we drank more. I remember getting… Continue reading »