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December 30th, 2018

My so called “best friend”

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I had just moved into a new school. 7th grade. I met a guy Named Eric. I was absolutely obsessed with him. We dated for a while, nothing serious though. I moved schools, then came back in the 8th grade. That’s when it all started. In class, he would send...
April 21st, 2019

4th grade

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I an finally seeking help and starting therapy next Sunday for an on going sexual assult that occured in 4th grade. It happened in a dark classroom behind his big desk. All I could do was focus on the sparce light coming through the window, the rattle of his belt,...
January 9th, 2019

I didn’t realise until now

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For years I have been suffering with depression ,anxiety and OCD. I often wondered why I felt like this,There are many reasons but I think this could be one of them and I have just blocked it out, until now I didn’t think about it but after a recent reminder...
April 23rd, 2018

A Night I Can’t Remember

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Two years ago I went to one of my friends houses. It started out well enough. My son and her daughter played while we played Jenga and drank beer at the table. I am a beer drinker, I never drink hard liquor, but on this night I did. I don’t...
March 21st, 2019

Never Forget

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At the time I was only 15, naive and immature. I was a virgin, planning on saving it for someone who I was in love with. However, nothing I’ve ever tried planning works out the way it’s supposed to. I was friends with this guy, so I was fine with...
January 20th, 2016

My Tramatic Experience

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When I was in junior high, my family and people at school made fun of me because I wasn’t pretty and didn’t wear pretty clothes. So I had no friends for a very long time and I wanted to be noticed as pretty. So when I was 16, I went...
April 18th, 2019

My husband raped me when I took...

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I just want him to be sorry and get help.
March 29th, 2015

Rape

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When I was 14 (1 year ago) me and my friends had agreed to go to a party on a Friday night. About a week before the party someone mad an Instagram account and started saying mean things to us like “I’m gonna rape you” and “go die” then the...
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...
March 26th, 2019

My case is different from yours

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Linor, I just watched your movie and I literally cried when I recalled what happened to me. My case is different from yours but that isolation that you felt is with me all the time. I was raped when I was 17 years old. I never talked about it with...
December 31st, 2018

No one owns your story but you

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Two years ago, I was sexually assaulted and raped by a man I barely knew. I met him on a dating app. I invited him into my home. We chatted, had a couple drinks, and I offered to him that he stay the night. Not once did we ever kiss,...
December 9th, 2015

They asked if I was lying

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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...
April 25th, 2017

Was it rape? Or my fault?

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I am not sure if what happen is even considered rape… but I am really hoping someone can help me figure this out. It all started when I was 17 years old I was going through a break up and I was not the best version of myself. My brothers...
November 25th, 2014

Life Purpose

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I’m an Italian girl and I’m 21. I’m studying marketing at university but, besides my studies, I have a different purpose in my life. Linor’s story and movie were very eye and heart opening for me. I realized that what I wanna do in my life is not marketing, but...
November 23rd, 2014

Still Unable to Tell People

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What I remember from that night is feeling flattered that someone older was paying attention. I was underage in a bar. I don’t remember much after that except three men carrying me into a motel room, all at least ten years older. One was the owner of the bar, who...