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July 3rd, 2016

Losing Myself

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was raped by an old friend. No one knows, no one, but me. I wake up in the middle of my sleep every night unable to find peace. I work everyday to never think about it, but I am faced again with it every single night. I cannot tell anyone,...
November 11th, 2016

Let’s Fight Back With Love

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Hi fellow survivors. The recent posts I am seeing on this site sadden me because we are all strong survivors and we should try to always remember this. I know like me, many of you are still having a hard time processing that a man who is so clearly a...
June 23rd, 2014

I’ve Never Told Anyone Before

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I was first raped at the age of 13 hanging out with my friends when I wasn’t supposed to be. It was one of my friends there who was the son of my best friend. To this day you are the first that I have told. I did not tell...
April 18th, 2019

My husband raped me when I took...

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I just want him to be sorry and get help.
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...
January 6th, 2019

Black Girl

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As a black child she grew up with many black women An atmosphere of mostly females and children A plether of differences yet many the same someone points the finger but no one takes the blame Attenion seaking variances of competition with the appearance of being soft For the man...
April 15th, 2019

Accepting myself and my story after…

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I’ve been thinking about sharing my story for some time and I am still uncertain about whether I should share it. I struggle with a lot of shame surrounding the abusive relationship that ended with my rape, and the emotionally abusive relationships that I had after the incident. I am...
April 7th, 2019

This will be painful

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This will be painful. This will bring up things I don’t want to talk about. But I think it needs to be said. I think it needs to be written out. It’s therapeutic in a sort of way. This is the story of my stolen childhood. It started a little...