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April 30th, 2022

Manipulation

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I was thirteen. I was dating this kid from another school, we had been seeing each other for about five months before the assault had occured. i had always noticed him getting violent with me or getting manipulative when he wanted me to do something i wasnt comfortable but i...
August 30th, 2019

My story growing up with a secret

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I’m a black South African, I’m 40 years old now, and my son it 20 years old… loved, taught but I still can never live him alone with my nieces as I was left alone and violeted๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ I have spoken about this, but I hate putting this down in writting๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ...
April 14th, 2021

3x

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My freshman year of college I attended a party that ended with my friends leaving me and me getting assaulted by a group of men. Since then, Iโ€™ve struggled with my safety and my self worth. The second case was a friend who took advantage of me when I was...
June 20th, 2021

Your truth will change someones’ life.

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Brave Miss World is the first time I knew someone understands the gravity and the depth of what sexual violence does to the souls of the victims but their families. The battle to reclaim my soul’s back is the hardest work I will ever face. The internal growth is where...
December 26th, 2019

Ms.

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I was raped by a co-worker when I was in my mid-20’s. We were at a work function, we were all drinking, then about 10 of us went to his place to continue the party. He grabbed me on my way out of the washroom and dragged me into his...
March 15th, 2024

I’m a Survivor because I am a...

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My ex husband wanted to get rid of me and my family because he had a new girlfriend so he started bringing the Neighbors in to rape me and his girlfriends to cut my hair and burn me nothing has been done I went to a woman and children’s battered...
April 1st, 2021

Sex doll

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After work one night I was drugged by a co-worker. I woke up in his bed naked. He was not in the room. I felt 2 emotions very heavily and immediately. Shame and wrong. I remember looking around for my clothes in a panic. I don’t remember how I got...
August 17th, 2019

My/our German “Weinstein” Case

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My name is Jany Tempel. I live both in Germany and Thailand. I turned public now, to end the big silence of our country. Almost twenty years ago I had already written a novel about my arduous life. The book wasnโ€™t published back then, mainly because I reported on crimes...
January 29th, 2021

Raped by my Step Brother

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I have never told anyone about this & now it is coming back to haunt me. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t focus. So that is why I am sharing my story on here, maybe to give myself some closure. I was 17 at the time (18 now)...
August 18th, 2019

Abusรฉe par un voisin de mes grands...

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Bonjour chรจre Linor, Je suis en train de regarder Brave Miss World. Merci! Je tรฉmoigne car j’en ai peu parlรฉ dans ma vie. J’avais 4 ou 5 ans. Je vivais avec mes grands-parents et ils me posaient parfois le samedi chez la voisine qui me gardait pour aller ร  un...
December 18th, 2020

Running

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March 7th 2019. Thursday evening. It was a week and a half before purim. I was 18. Five more days and there’s the Hachtarah, the biggest show of the seniors, and I was the main actress. Thursday evening. Only my father at home. I’m going out for a run. I...
September 8th, 2019

Frozen in fear

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I thank you for your story. I have kept silent about all my traumas for most of my life. In the last 2 years I have started my healing journey and still have a hard time sharing with anyone but my therapist. I mostly have shamed myself because of how...
August 24th, 2020

He Was a Family Friend

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Trejo molested me when i was 8 years old. We lived on 548 Calle cinco de mayo in Juarez Mexico. He was one of my step dad’s “Carnales” and offered to let him stay with us while him and his wife looked for a new house. The house we lived...
April 5th, 2009

Thank you

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Thank you for your voice and for your strength.
November 27th, 2024

I know when I see a rapist...

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The stalking, gaslighting, victimizing, and of course sexual abuse, were never okay with me. But you just don’t get that because you’re a predator.
December 21st, 2020

My Journey as a Rape survivor from...

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I was first sexually assaulted when I was 16 years old, by my cousin. He was currently living at my grandparents house. I spent a lot of time there all of my childhood because of the horses. My grandparents had horses, and I had a horse of my own that...
November 8th, 2021

I was a child

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Iโ€™m 19 now. Everything stopped right before I turned 17 (when I left home to join the Armed Forces) While I was a child, I lived with my biological mother. I had 2 other siblings (a younger sister & an older brother) who were treated as if though they were...
May 4th, 2019

To my best friend who raped me

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To my best friend who raped me, I am so torn between feeling love for you and feeling hate for what you have done; what you have taken away from me is irreplaceable. On the first of May, I lost hope for all living things to live and breathe and...
November 1st, 2020

rape

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I was raped by my ex boyfriend Austin Buechele and he made me think it was okay, and he still threatens me till this day even though we have an epo against him. – Maddison, age 17
June 5th, 2019

Christianity teaches men to treat women like...

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I was born into a Christian household, 12 siblings, my mum was pregnant with twins,when I was 19, the guy I started dating (courting) was perfect in the eyes of my father, he has 8 siblings and both attended the same Christian church. We married after 3 months, on our...
June 25th, 2019

It never stops changing you and thats...

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I have no other way to tell this, So here I am opening my heart and sharing my story with you. It was something I had kept to myself for so long. It really molded a lot of my thoughts, my feelings, my behaviors. It was this huge burden. I...
July 10th, 2019

So drunk I can’t remember

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I was turning 18. I was partying like any teen would. I drank a lot. I threw up, sat down. They picked me up and put me in their car. They said “don’t worry we’ll take care of you. You won’t miss the bus”. I remember lying on the bed...
November 20th, 2020

Its been Years

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I thought I met a great guy, he was nice, told me I was smart and beautiful, and seemed to really care about me. One night we were in my room and he started to take my blouse off and was playing with my breasts. I told him no I...
September 12th, 2019

A learning experience

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This is my story: I donโ€™t really consider myself a โ€œvictimโ€ as I was just as much into him as he was into me. I just grieve the loss of innocence, the lack of parental supervision, the ignorance of not acknowledging he was a pedophile. Iโ€™m not sure why I...
April 2nd, 2016

Kidnapped in Naples

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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...
May 28th, 2019

You were supposed to be my friend

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This is letter is to you. You were my friend… my best friend. You knew what your dad did to me, yet you looked the other way and pretended like nothing had happened, like nothing was wrong. I was just a little girl, in my eyes, I was. I mean,...
October 12th, 2023

Workplace Sexual Harassment

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As I write this story to you, please note that this sexual harassment case is still in progress. It began in December of 2022 when I worked as a contractor for a company named TEKsystems. I do IT work for Nutrien Ag Solutions. The first week I was there, I...
June 24th, 2020

Too naรฏve

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I was 16. I had my first job, a lifeguard. I was so excited. I have been a swimmer since I was 5 so this was a very fitting job for me. I was the youngest person working there by far. Most of the kids were in college and one...
September 8th, 2021

Raped by ex boyfriend

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This is really hard hard for me because I havenโ€™t really explained this to anyone but here I go. I was raped by a guy I knew when I was 14. I donโ€™t remember much because we drank a lot one day and I only remember getting dropped off home....
May 10th, 2024

I thought you loved me

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I was in a relationship with Wormwood (my rapist), for almost two years when he drugged me and he and his friends gang raped me and beat me. The evening began at his friend’s camper on the river. While I was playing darts, I noticed Wormwood was pulling guys aside...
March 17th, 2023

Indigo

I returned to fine art in 1990 when I took at class in indigo dyeing at San Francisco State University. I was lucky that the instructor, Yoshiko Wada, and another student from her class, were in the East Bay so that we could carpool together. We would talk textiles on our weekly journey across the Bay Bridge to the Campus. The other student was an accomplished Quilter named Linda MacDonald. Linda lived in Willits near the famous Mendocino Art Center, but traveled to Berkeley to attend this class once a week. The Indigo vat was made in a 32-gallon garbage can and had to be kept covered between dyeing sessions. Indigo is a unique rich blue dye that develops with an oxidization process when exposed to air. Dipping the fabric several times, and allowing the natural fiber to oxidize before dipping it again, creates darker shades of blue. The dye in the vat is created from a mixture of indigo pigment, various chemicals and a reducing agent to remove oxygen from the dye. It is a rich green color while in the vat, which shows up on the fabric before it is fully exposed to the air. The smell emitted from the dye is unusual, a musky odor in my mind. I like to think that it smells like the color blue. The vat needs to be carefully stirred and maintained between dyeing sessions. There is a โ€œbloomโ€ on the top of the vat created by oxidized indigo, making a bubbly and shiny ball of material reminiscent of a flower. The โ€œbloomโ€ gets moved to the side before entry of the pre-wetted fabric. The process reminds me of baking bread or making yogurt where the steps need to be carefully followed to achieve the desired results. In the process of bread and yogurt making, there are living cultures involved in order to create the product, and with the creation and dyeing process of indigo, it has that same feeling of being alive. In order to create interesting patterns, my classmates and I would use resist techniques on the fabric like pastes, stitching and clamping. Simple household items like clothespins could be used to create patterns by folding and then placing the pins at intervals along the fold lines. Beautiful and surprising results were achieved using these methods. Image of Indigo dye on fabric during the oxidization process. My dream of being a professional artist, all started in early childhood, and the first memories of my creations go back to Nursery School. I loved playing with all kinds of materials, like paint, clay, and crayons, just to name a few examples. Mel (Melanie), painting at Jack and Jill Nursery School, Walnut Creek, California, 1960. In 1974, a neighbor in Marin where I was living at the time and studying art at College of Marin told me about an Art School in Mexico. I ended up sending off slides of my work with an application to the Instituto Allende, and was delighted to hear that I was accepted. I began my journey to study there in San Miguel de Allende by flying to Mexico City in January of 1975. A bus ride completed that journey. When I first arrived, I moved in with a family who had two small children, including a newborn. It seemed like a safe living situation for a 19-year-old woman, but that shortly proved to not be true when the husband started coming on to me. I ended up finding my own place on the other side of town. It was a spacious abode with a wall that was shared with a weaving factory next door. There were 2 adjoined bedrooms, a bathroom, a large living/kitchen area and a small concrete patio out the back door. There was no hot water, refrigerator or a telephone. When I needed hot water for dishes, I would boil some on the stove. For showers, I had to build a fire in a box below a water tank outside to get hot water. I felt much more secure living there and walking a further distance to the Instituto on the other side of town than living with the husband who had made me feel so unsafe. There was the Central Plaza, which was called the โ€œJardinโ€ that was in the middle of town, and I would pass through it on my walk quite frequently. This was the site of fireworks and festivals, like the celebration of Cinco de Mayo. The streets were cobblestone and many charming shops and galleries were located downtown. The School itself was on a beautiful campus with large ornate doors in front that were closed when school was not in session. Photo of the closed front doors of the Instituto Allende I had heard about you and what you had done to other women before you appeared in my main living space one sunny spring afternoon pointing a gun at me. You had a bandana wrapped around your face and tied behind your head. I had heard you first, in the bathroom. Dressed in a long polyester dress with colorful psychedelic patterns. I wasnโ€™t wearing any underwear or shoes. I walked through the 2 bedrooms and turned left when I saw you standing there. I screamed and shouted, โ€œhelp me,โ€ thinking that workers at the Weaving Factory would hear me and come rescue me. Nobody came. You said to me โ€œCoyoteโ€ which I later learned meant to be quiet or to shut up. You grabbed my shoulders and dragged me out the unlocked back door onto the concrete patio. The tops of my feet got scraped. I gave up. I knew you were going to rape me. I just wanted you to finish as quickly as possible. You took off your belt and put down your gun. Somehow I managed to pick up your gun and threw it over the wall embedded with glass on the top, into the alleyway. The same wall you had climbed over to get into my place through the unlocked back door. Towards the end of this ordeal, I heard a knock on my door. You left, climbing back over the wall. I answered the door. My friend Rhonda had come by to visit me. I told her what had happened and we walked to the Police Station nearby. I had your belt with me. The one you left behind. I went to the front counter, telling the officers behind the counter what had happened to me. They were laughing and playing cards at the time. I showed them your belt. They told me to bring you in if I saw you again. I left with Rhonda and took a bath at the where place she lived. We didnโ€™t talk about what happened. We moved in together shortly after that. I sent a telegram to my father and stepmother about what had happened to me. Nobody came to help me. Rhonda helped me when I got hepatitis A and could no longer go to school. I was on my own when it came to figuring out how to return to the Bay Area. I moved in with my father and stepmother. They didnโ€™t talk to me about what happened to me. They sent me to a doctor who diagnosed me with type 1 diabetes. He showed me how to give myself insulin injections. He told me to practice by injecting oranges with empty syringes. My mother told me years later that โ€œYou were never the same againโ€ after what you did to me. I survived. I gave up art for 15 years before realizing that I wanted to go back to art school. In those years, I became so disturbed that I had panic attacks, deep depression and needed to move in with my mother at age 30. I started therapy after becoming self destructive in my 20โ€™s. Depression also called โ€œthe bluesโ€ has been my long time companion. It has taken me a lifetime to heal. My iPhone predicts the words, depression, PTSD and C-PTSD for my text messages. After my Indigo dyeing class at San Francisco State, I enrolled in the Textiles Fine Art program at California College of Arts and Crafts (now known as California College of the Arts) in Oakland. I was married at the time and had become pregnant with our daughter Emily right before classes started in September. Emily was born on May 13, 1991. By the Fall of 1992, I was a single mom and an art student. An inheritance from my mother who died in 1995, allowed me to graduate and to buy my first home. I continued to work with indigo dyeing and created a large textile piece about my experience in Mexico. After many years of therapy and other healing modalities, I recently started painting on canvas. Part of that process has been a Soul Retrieval session to bring back my 4 year old self who loved to paint. I am feeling uplifted and encouraged after many years of recurring periods of severe emotional pain. Stay tuned for more details about my new work. One of my final pieces was a textile called โ€œOut of the Blues.โ€
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I returned to fine art in 1990 when I took at class in indigo dyeing at San Francisco State University. I was lucky that the instructor, Yoshiko Wada, and another student from her class, were in the East Bay so that we could carpool together. We would talk textiles on...
May 24th, 2019

The Statistics that Changed Me

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2 sexual assaults and 1 rapeโ€ฆ the statistics of my story. I canโ€™t promise that this story is pleasant, but I can tell you that power and growth comes with telling it. So sincerely, thank you for hearing me out. October 2017 I was in Chebut, Argentina(a part of the...
July 16th, 2020

Mental Breakdown

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My life’s a mess at 19, but I don’t like complaining to people (friends + family) because I don’t want to burden someone else with my problems, and to be honest nobody really cares like that, I don’t want to project myself as this ‘weak abused girl’ so later on...
April 3rd, 2023

He was 56

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Dear Jr, This for you if I happen to leave before whoever and you’re able to read this message. Jr, I looked up to you as that father figure when Daddy became ill and you the only person out the meeting that decided to take all three of us in....
July 18th, 2024

I was just 9.

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All I wanted was a father figure, and you were there for me. I always thought it was weird how you would accuse me or now shower and ask to smell my privates just to know if I did, but I was just a child and I didnโ€™t know better....
April 27th, 2019

Everyone Else Likes You, Too

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I had never been to a bar before. Sure, Iโ€™d gone out to Applebees with other coworkers where theyโ€™d serve me drinks. But I was 19, and had to drive home. I had never been drunk before, and didnโ€™t push my limits. I went to the bar to see him...
July 21st, 2020

He ignored me

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I was 15 when i was raped. He was my boyfriend at the time. He told me to make him a visit, I did that and after a while we started to kiss and mess around. But when it came down to do something sexually I refused but he completely...
December 9th, 2023

I was only 11

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When I was elven, I had a boyfriend he was 15. He would send me dick pics often but I just ignored them. One day we were at my house with some of my friends we played boardgames and watched some movies. After some time, I was alone with my...
December 5th, 2020

Summer 2019

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I got my first job working at a lovely Mediterranean restaurant/cafe one summer because my teacher said she knew the man who ran the place and put in a reference for me. I was 15. He was in his 60s. Two days after I started, the groping began. Only he...
April 21st, 2021

A respectable collegue

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The next day I walked down the stairs to the hotel, aware that he was sitting at the table having breakfast. Some things you think would never happen to you, you think that working externally with a colleague (married and with children) is not dangerous. But then in a moment...
June 10th, 2023

Why Me?

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My story starts at the age of 4, but already had trauma do to my mother and father leaving me and my siblings to stay with our grandparents for years. At the age of 4, that’s when I would get raped by my older brother. From oral sex to physical...
August 8th, 2020

Will I ever get over it.

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Iโ€™m not ready to share my story yet and the first time it happened was 13 years ago the most recent is 6 years ago. Will it ever be easier to talk about or cope with. I feel like Iโ€™ve moved on, like Iโ€™m over it. Then my husband tries...
December 17th, 2019

dad and mom rape

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PLAYED BASEBALL FOR 3 YEARS IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE WITH MY SON, AND THIS 6TH GRADE GIRL NAMED SAM ,WAS TRYING OUT FOR THE BASEBALL TEAM AT SCHOOL .SHE LIVED 4 DOORS DOWN FROM ME .SHE STARTED TO PLAY WITH US AND GET TO KNOW REAL WELL. ONE DAY...
April 21st, 2019

My life as a survivor

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Hi this all began when a time of innocence and being a child at that time was easy and I had no fears of what life was all about my first time I was touched by a guest in my parents home for a party no one noticed what was...
June 8th, 2023

Unethical or illegal?

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Last year my partner and I worked for the same business. It was a small business near a small town and it had no management or HR of any sort – only one man owned and ran it, even though it served thousands of people each year. I hit it...
November 15th, 2020

Jโ€™avais 13 ans

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Jโ€™avais 13 ans jโ€™รฉtais allรฉ avec mon amie chez un gars pour la soirรฉe ils รฉtaient trois gars et cโ€™etait la premiรจre fois que je buvais de lโ€™alcool et ce gars qui sโ€™appelle pascal mโ€™a agressรฉ. Je ne lโ€™ai dis a personne et jโ€™ai fait comme si rien ne sโ€™รฉtait...
March 28th, 2025

My abuse story victim to survivor

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Abused by ex-family friend and started to be put into sex trafficking but i survived
July 18th, 2019

His name was Kenneth

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I was 13. He was 25. I had just came out the closet. I had met him on MySpace, back when that was popular and it seemed like we clicked. I thought I was ready to be in a relationship with a grown men, but like most teenagers I didnt...
July 27th, 2019

No Justice

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When I was around 8 to 12, I was being molested by my older brother, around 13 to 17/18. It only stopped after he moved out. I don’t know if he remembers, or just thinks I don’t remember. After years I told my mother, she brushed it off, saying she...
June 21st, 2021

Drugged raped and failed by justice

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On March 31st, 2017, I planned an early evening out wanting to catch up with my good friend Wendy, 35, a teacher for the Santa Clara County Juvenile Detention Center. We went to a place in Downtown Willow Glen. Wendy picked me up from my home about 8 pm. We...
June 11th, 2025

Just Words

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Just words. You have trouble talking about these things. You realize you have trouble talking about a lot of things. You remember being excited about your first job at Dairy Queen. One of your friends works there and you know a lot of people work there as a summer job....
January 22nd, 2022

I blamed myself… Twice

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I was 18 and just started going out clubbing. Normally I wouldn’t get as drunk as I did, but I was fighting with the guy I was kinda seeing and the alcohol just got the best of me. I met a random guy and we kissed, I didn’t want to...
October 6th, 2021

My Mother was raped and told me...

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Back in 1983 my Mother got really drunk. She told me about the time when she was raped in Sept. of 1971. She went in explicit details about it/ In Feb of 1971 My father dissapeared. He was in the insurance buisness and got involved in white collar fraud and...
September 1st, 2019

My fiancรฉ is my rapist but I...

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I have a past of sexual abuse but for the most part Iโ€™ve put it behind me though I get flashbacks every so often when watching a triggering show or something. My problem currently is my fiancรฉ. This isnโ€™t a new development in our relationship this started since we started...
August 30th, 2019

My story growing up with a secret

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I’m a black South African, I’m 40 years old now, and my son it 20 years old… loved, taught but I still can never live him alone with my nieces as I was left alone and violeted๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ I have spoken about this, but I hate putting this down in writting๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ...
January 18th, 2021

Finally Arrested

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https://myfox8.com/news/lexington-man-charged-with-indecent-liberties-with-a-minor/ One if the men who molested me was finally arrested… I never told on him but one strong child did! Thank you child, I am sorry I didn’t report this when I should have. You are brave!
January 23rd, 2019

Raped by my boyfriend

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I was 15 when it happened and my boyfriend was 18. I’d met him as he and his mum worked with my mum. we started dating and were told not to do any funny business, then we went out to watch the Christmas Light switch on and as it finished...
February 3rd, 2023

Ripples

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It’s quite ALARMING how much one incident can have such a huge ripple effect on one’s life. Nobody told me how hard it would be just to wake up and decide to move on. How your own body betrays you after you’ve begged yourself to just forget about the touch,...
February 18th, 2021

Feeling weak

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ฮ™ was at a concert 3 years ago and someone can very close to me and slide his finger under my dress and into me. I don’t know if this count as rape or if I am just being dramatic but I cant stop thinking about it I feel violated....
August 17th, 2019

My/our German “Weinstein” Case

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My name is Jany Tempel. I live both in Germany and Thailand. I turned public now, to end the big silence of our country. Almost twenty years ago I had already written a novel about my arduous life. The book wasnโ€™t published back then, mainly because I reported on crimes...
September 26th, 2019

my story

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It felt like I was reliving the moments over and over again, I couldn’t withdraw myself from them feelings and having no closure for nearly four years was the most painful experiences of my childhood. There was no growing up with a picture perfect family, I was the outcast. Never...
April 15th, 2019

Coercion is never consent

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I have spent my whole life a victim. From early childhood trauma to emotionally abusive paternal figures. For a long time I responded to my trauma the way so many do. I partied to hard, let myself be used by the men in my life. I developed an eating disorder...
June 22nd, 2022

1 in 5

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1 in 5 Prior to joining a university campus, a serious of random webinars with quizzes about how much alcohol can affect the body and cheesy acting about doing the โ€˜rightโ€™ thing. It flies over most college freshman, who all have the same belief that I once had โ€˜that wonโ€™t...
September 18th, 2019

Raped in the Air Force

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My first duty stationed 28 years ago, i was sexually assaulted by my first supervisor and violently raped by an officer in my unit. The violence of that raped, ruined me for a long time. Suffer from severe PTSD and after 31 years i am being forced out of the...
July 10th, 2019

So drunk I can’t remember

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I was turning 18. I was partying like any teen would. I drank a lot. I threw up, sat down. They picked me up and put me in their car. They said “don’t worry we’ll take care of you. You won’t miss the bus”. I remember lying on the bed...
October 15th, 2022

Male dancer

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Hello my Name is Tj. This happen about 4 years ago I was 19 years old at very young age I always tried to see the good in people. I was always happy and felt nothing could break me down went threw cancer as a baby lost my brother and...
December 11th, 2020

Letter to…

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To all the boys who watched porn and grew up thinking that’s how women deserve to be treated To the parents, teachers, adults who should know better, who never taught us about consent or that women are equal partners in sex To the society that made me feel like sex...
March 20th, 2021

I said no – but he took...

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14 years old, not even fully grown or developed, and someone I knew decided to take the opportunity to take advantage of me. It wasnโ€™t one of those โ€˜being held down moments,โ€™ but one where I said no multiple times over and over and over but he still did it...
February 8th, 2021

Sexually abused by my step brothers

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I have lesbian parents. My mum and dad were never together and me and my mum lived alone until I was 3, she met a lady, who is now my step mum, and they got engaged and we moved in when I was 6. She had 2 sons, one aged...
May 8th, 2019

Spoke out and was blamed

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I am the only girl at a job of 4 men. I am also 20 while these men are 40+. One worker would grab me from behind when I would walk in the back to the bathroom. This would happen often. One day all my coworkers had to go outside...
December 5th, 2020

Constant fear

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Does he know he destroyed me? Does he know that have a โ€œnormal relationshipโ€ for 2 years because of him? Does he know that he made me lose weed little confidence I had? Or that I still have nightmares of what you did to me? Does he know that even...
October 18th, 2019

First boyfriend raped me when i was...

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I was 14, he was 17. Both from priveledged white families in Australia. He regularly gave me vodka on the weekends, then on 3 occasions, undressed me and had sex with me when I was unconscious and drunk.
November 15th, 2020

Jโ€™avais 13 ans

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Jโ€™avais 13 ans jโ€™รฉtais allรฉ avec mon amie chez un gars pour la soirรฉe ils รฉtaient trois gars et cโ€™etait la premiรจre fois que je buvais de lโ€™alcool et ce gars qui sโ€™appelle pascal mโ€™a agressรฉ. Je ne lโ€™ai dis a personne et jโ€™ai fait comme si rien ne sโ€™รฉtait...
March 17th, 2024

Daycare friend

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I didn’t really know it at first but when I was seven this girl was 10. She told me it was just a game and she told me to touch her area and she would touch mine and I didn’t know better so I did what she said and she...
February 8th, 2021

Sexually abused by my step brothers

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I have lesbian parents. My mum and dad were never together and me and my mum lived alone until I was 3, she met a lady, who is now my step mum, and they got engaged and we moved in when I was 6. She had 2 sons, one aged...