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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...
March 8th, 2016

Abuse Continued

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My story differs from a lot of stories here in that, there was no actual penetration (unless it happened to me during my sleep, which I sometimes wonder). I was molested by my mother’s ex-husband. I must have been around 7, 8 or 9. This “man” lived in the house,...
April 27th, 2019

Everyone Else Likes You, Too

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I had never been to a bar before. Sure, I’d gone out to Applebees with other coworkers where they’d serve me drinks. But I was 19, and had to drive home. I had never been drunk before, and didn’t push my limits. I went to the bar to see him...
June 12th, 2019

A story of a not so perfect...

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When I was growing up my grandfather molested me constantly. When I turned 9 my brother raped me for the first time and it continued until I was 12. My brother raped me 12 times over those 3 years. When I turned 12 I told my parents and they didn’t...
March 18th, 2015

The Stepmonster

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I was only eight when it originally started. My stepdad would touch me in my crotch and chest area. He would only do it with my mom at work. He would even do it in front of my little sister, but he never did it in front of his son....
May 21st, 2019

raped by my own brother

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I was maybe 11 or 12 when i got raped by my brother. He would put me in his room and take off his pants and tell me to touch his penis and I was so scared i did. then he would take off my pants and touck my private...
July 3rd, 2017

Sexually Assaulted or Not?

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I don’t want to call myself a victim or to say that I was almost raped because rape is a veery big word for me, but probably it was my fault, maybe nothing really happened, maybe something happened but it was not such a big things as I make it...
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...
June 3rd, 2019

I was used. I got left. I...

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15. That’s how old I was. 15. I thought my life was great. I had just got my permit and was loving my life. 15. I got used and then left. During this, I got strong. I have known this guy since I was in sixth grade. We used to...
April 1st, 2019

Raped by my Stepfather

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This is something I have not shared in years. Everything started when I was about 6 years old. My mother married my stepfather when I was a baby and I had known him almost all my life. One day, my mom went to work and my stepfather was on the...
May 24th, 2019

The Statistics that Changed Me

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2 sexual assaults and 1 rape… the statistics of my story. I can’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...
February 19th, 2015

slutshamedchild

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I will start off by saying that at ten I was raped by my neighbor in the middle of the night when I was sleeping his his daughters bedroom on the floor. I normally spent the weekends at his house playing with his daughter. She had her cousin sleep over...
May 20th, 2019

The Diaper in the Corner

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Most of us know the saying by Darshan Mondkar, “‘Was it really my fault?’ asked the short skirt. ‘No. It happened with me too.’ replied the burkha. The diaper in the corner couldn’t speak.” Out of these, I relate the most to the diaper as I had just stopped wearing...
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,...
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...