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I was only 5 years old when my 7-year-old sister took advantage of me to do things she had seen. It makes me so angry that my parents didn't supervise her. It infuriates me that I only found out now that she was watching those things and imitating them with me. Why, if they knew she was watching them, didn't they scold her or correct her? Why did I have to endure it? She was always dragging me around, always seeking me out. I'm disgusted with myself for not noticing and not doing anything, but I was only 5 years old. She never said anything; I was the one who decided to speak up. I told my mother, afraid she would hate me or be disgusted by me, crying and with a pain in my chest. But my mother talked to me, and with her, I felt so relieved. I had stopped thinking about it; it no longer tormented me. I get along well with her now; she's my sister, of course I love her. But when I remember, even though I don't cry or get hurt anymore, it makes me so angry that it could have been avoided. Now I have a problem: I haven't had my first kiss. It disgusts me. Even though I like that person, it repulses me so much. But I'm ashamed to tell a psychologist what they would think if I told them my sister did that. They would be disgusted, even though it wasn't my fault.

I was used by my brother who has grown up a lot but I still carry scars. My brother is four years older than me and when I was going from elementary school to Junior high, that summer, he made me think that girls in junior high need to know how to give oral to boys. First he did oral to me to show me it was not a big deal. I thought it was a huge deal. But I did it and he got me trained and had me keep it a secret, except from by best friend. He had his friend over when I had a sleepover one night and had her do it to his friend. Then they would have us do contests where they wear blindfolds. At least I was not alone then. It changed me even though seventh grade itself had nothing to do with anything like that. It was a lie to get pleasure from me. My brother still had me doing it at home. And sometimes he would do it to me and I did climax. So I had this weird secret sex life and felt really messed up about it. Then in eight grade I had my first real boyfriend. My parents are so strict, even though they both worked and left me alone with my brother. To go to the movies with my boyfriend they made sure it was with a group and took me there and waited outside the theater. Well one time when we went to see Snow White and the Huntsman my same BFF and me went through with our plan to go down on our guys in the last row of the theater and we did it. It was only a month later I started having sex with him which never would have happened if not for what my brother had done. We snuck out from her place during a sleepover and met the boys outside and went to the nearby park and did it in the grass. That was my virginity. The really bad event, where my life got knocked off the tracks, is when we tried it from my house, sneaking out the window and going just out farther into my big back yard that opened into nothing but the side of a big hill and my dad caught us. It was awful. The world ended. I was treated like a huge betrayer and almost all my privileges were revoked and essentially I was grounded without any end date. And still by brother would make me do the oral. I was broken hearted because I was not allowed to have my boyfriend to the point my parents made me go to the school and talk to the principal and vice principal and they made sure I would not have any chance to ever see him alone. And my brother kept creeping in at night sometimes or when we were left alone expecting me to do what he had trained me to be used to. The next really bad part was two months into my new restricted life. My brother started doing his oral on me one afternoon after school and decided to take it farther and got up and started kissing me and had sex with me. I was in the moment and did not do anything to stop him and even participated. No condom. It was an afternoon when my parents were away and so we did not have to keep quiet or worry and he did it so much longer than my few times with my boyfriend, because he was older and knew more from being with other girls that I got sore for my first time and got a urine infection. I did not eat my dinner that night and pretended to be sick and cried myself to sleep. My brother really wanted to do it again, telling me it was the best sex he ever had, but I refused and one thing I could say for him back then was at least he was not a rapist. Even though he pressured me he never tried to force himself inside me. Four months after I had lost my incest virginity the school year ended and he graduated. I went to high school and he moved out to live in college dorms 120 miles from our home town. Public school was over for me, as was planned as soon as my dad caught me on the hill. I went to an all girl’s Catholic high school. My dad had to drive me a half hour every morning and my mom picked me up from my whole first year. Then they got me a car so I could drive myself but the mileage and my times were closely monitored. I did not have an intercourse throughout high school but seven times total I did oral on my brother during summer and winter breaks when we were both at home. That was the end of incest in my life. I went to college in Atlanta but not the same one as my brother. I rebelled against my parents and even though they tried to keep control, as a legal adult I did not let them. Turmoil and sadness lasted months until they finally got it. I separated from them financial and worked and took out student loans. I was very promiscuous in college. I drank, partied and used drugs recreationally and had several guys I was seeing on and off for mostly sex. That was my life and I thought I enjoyed it at the time. I became stronger and more assertive and when my brother first hinted during a Thanksgiving meeting at our relative’s house that we go for a drive I told him I never wanted to touch him again in such a powerful way that he knew I was off limits and even seemed like the scared one in our relationship. I didn’t enroll in classes for two nonconsecutive semester just because my party life was so much more fun. I traveled on and off. Sometimes with friends, sometimes with men, usually older, who invited me to exotic places. The Maldives, Portugal, The Virgin Islands. I let my married boss use me for a weekend in Key West. I had an affair with my Spanish teacher, who only took me as far as Panama City, Florida. So many risky one night stands. My identity was that I was not looking for anything permanent, a child of the universe. While I was used as a plaything so many times and believed I liked the game. I would tell them things about wanting to make their dick happy and stuff that would inflate their ego. I’m sure there are so many text messages out there that they saved about the size of their D fitting in my little P, about being a little girl wanting them to teach me to be woman and other depraved fantasies I thought they wanted to hear. Obviously directly related to what my brother did to me. I am almost positive I avoided being raped more than once by going with the flow when I did not expect to or probably want to. It may be good that some of them I probably don’t remember. Once was at one of the few fraternity parties I ever went to. It was three guys, not my usual style. Once was with my roommate's father who was visiting her at our rented house and found his way to my bed in the early morning. One of the more extreme traumatic events was with a police officer who pulled me over for driving when I had been drinking but was under the legal limit on his breathalyzer. He followed me home, like a mile away, “for my safety” and even followed me inside. I was in an apartment then and I thought my roomate was home and told him so. But when she wasn’t there he said I lied to a police officer and he had to do a more thorough search if I wanted to avoid being arrested. He was not attractive or nice. He had a gun thought he never took it out. You can guess what happened. I finally shed that wild life during my second to last semester when I saw the end of college coming. My G.P.A was 3.3. and my major was philosophy and it dawned on me that the future was not bright in terms of what I would do or how I would pay back my loans. I buckled down and decided to change. I had an offer to strip and ‘make a lot of money’ but thankfully not only did never considered myself like that, but when I went with a friend for her interview and they tried to recruit me they were so sleazy we both ran out of there disgusted. I reevaluated my whole life. I considered ending it, but some survival mechanism did not allow it. I did not want to be the person I had been for a few years. I looked ahead and saw it was not sustainable as I aged and had no real love or stability. I quit serving when I got an offer to work in a legal office. I slept with the manager who hired me as a receptionist but it was a drop in the bucket of things to be shameful of. He was the last one like that. I got all A’s and graduated cum laude. I got promoted in the firm mostly by title but used it to spring away and take a lower paying job in a nonprofit law firm where I had not slept with anyone. There I did sleep with a lawyer but I am married to him still and my life is back together. I love him and he loves me. He does not know the extent of my sluttiness in college or about my brother and I doubt he ever will. That darkness is fading and it is not part of my life now. It is not who I am. As for my brother, he has a family now and we are on good terms. We did talk about it once while I was studying like crazy my senior year, although it was not a big deep talk. I did mention that he used me, he apologized, we hugged, and that was it. Not the cathartic confrontation some might expect. My catharsis is my husband, and my life now that I am grateful for. We adopted two toddler brothers and I am their mom. Maybe we’ll have one of our own. Maybe we’ll adopt again. I was used and introduced to sex too young and early and it strained my relationship with my parents for a long time and I’ll never get that back. It derailed my life. I was set adrift for a while but God or the universe or random luck finally put me in a good place. Everything that happened led me what I have now. I can’t say I never contemplated suicide in darker times. But like in the move Cast Away, if I may quote, “I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. And now, here I am.” Thousands of hours spent studying philosophy and I quote a movie that was not even based on a book. But it’s perfect.

I was inappropriately touched and groped by an older uncle. I have only disclosed this with 2 people. The uncle is my moms brother and our family (particularly his immediate family) have suffered horrible losses and deaths over the years and I just don’t want to add fuel to the fire. I feel like I don’t want to tell anyone and make it public so I am so so happy to have found this space. I know my mom would be fully supportive, my whole family would but I just can’t bring myself to say it. I’m 30 now and although the abuse never got far, it still happened. There are 2 occasions. This uncle in question also has been charged I am healing myself every day through mindful breathing, exercise and yoga but it is tough some days.

I was with my ex and I had just started some new tablets that made me sleepy. I tell my ex that I’m going to sleep and he continues to play his video game. I wake in a daze around an hour later and he is raping me and enjoying it. I react by making noises out of fear and wait for him to finish up the act , I just froze in fear. Once it was over I was mad he never got consent but he told me that he thought I wanted it. It’s been nearly a year and I’m still not over it

I wrote this poem today after hearing of guilty verdict in current court case with taxi drive and two separate victims. Title: Me Too Taxi Driver I too have been where you two have been. I too went out with friends. I too had one too many. I too got in the taxi. I too expected safety. I too was raped. Followed in through my front door by a taxi driver who wanted more than the fare that I had paid him. I too reported my assault. I too made my statement. Then our stories diverge. My case went nowhere. My trauma went inwards. My anger turned septic. My shame imploded. My mother does not know. My case went absolutely nowhere. Insufficient evidence and no identifiable suspect minimised my experience. So I thank you for standing strong, for speaking up, for getting some of the justice that I have craved. My taxi driver will never hear the judgement of a jury, and probably never even felt guilt. But he raped me, and in the court of my mind, the jury is unanimous, he is guilty, guilty, guilty.

I didn't realise I had experienced Sexual violence until I was in a women's refuge. It was when they were going through my experiences and fully explained the sexual abuse that I realised. I was often coerced into sex and one time after a night out I woke up to him on top of me, I was frozen and couldn't move. This was my husband, I trusted him.

cocsa I’m barely 18 and I recently realized that i was sexually abused and assaulted well over 20+ times. (this story is just abt the cocsa) It’s hard. Really hard. I don’t necessarily feel dirty. I just feel used and mourn for my younger self. The first time it happened i was 4/5, i had just moved to a new village and befriended the neighbors kid. She was a little over a year older than me. Stronger and more dominant than me. But we were good friends. Untill she told me to play doctor with her. At first i thought it was cool, fun, exciting, but something about it felt wrong. And soon it went wrong. She started to have me undress more and more. Would reach into my underwear. Would put toys like balls and pencils in my underwear, eventually she pushed a plastic playtoy knife into me. I can still remember the pressure of it. It didnt go in far but i was horrified. She would force me to touch her in the same ways too but i cried when she tried to get me to put something in any of her. I think my mom caught us at some point. That part is a bit blurry. I can still see the window of my old room and her parents room from my new house. The second time i was 8 and the guy, a cousin of one of my friends, who was 14, kissed and grabbed me and pushed me under the bed to make out with me. I didn’t know it was wrong. The friend just encourageed us. The third time I was assaulted i was 10/11. This girl from my class got me to touch her boobs, showed me porn and forced me to make out with her closet door as she pushed from behind against me. She made it into this secret game we had and would basically introduce me to new sex things on the internet constantly. I think it made me addicted to porn and a young age (+that i had free internet acces). I was also in an abusive relationship with a guy from my class around the same time. And i can hear people say but “that isn’t serious at that age” and you may or may not be right but it did have a big impact on me. He would shove, slap, hit, kick me in every way possible at school and then kiss me when we were alone, tell me he loved me. At summer church camp he tied me up and had me follow him for hours.

Being in a relationship with the person who took advantage of you does not invalidate what happened. I'm still learning to come to terms with this but it's the fact that's helping me to heal. I was in a relationship with an emotionally and physically manipulative partner for over a year and could not have told anyone how toxic it was for me until looking back on it afterwards. I still think about that one night that made the difference, the one that I like to think woke me up. It certainly wasn't the first time I had been pressured into rough sex I didn't want or enjoy, and it certainly wasn't the worst situation he had put me in to have it, but it was the very first time I found the courage to say "no, stop", and yet it still didn't make a difference. I remember having to lay next to him the rest of the night, crying silently while he was there smiling like nothing had happened. I went through a lot of personal changes after finally getting out of that relationship. I still have trouble with trust, in romantic relationships and within myself. But I want to share my story because I wish I could've heard then that I was not as alone as I felt. I wish someone had told me that just because I cared so much about him didn't mean that I was the one at fault, that I wasn't crazy or weak for thinking things might change, and that I needed to put myself and my well-being first for a change. I'm here to say, to anyone facing something similar, you are not alone. You are worth so much and are loved by so many. You are so much stronger than you realize.

As an only child, I had no one to look up to really as a kid. But I always looked up to my Dad. Even though he was never really around due to work (although Mam worked more than he did and still found lots of time to spend with me), I still idolised him. He was my hero. He would always say 'Dads know everything - remember that', so lying to my dad (even little white lies) were pointless. Though when I hit 13 I began to realise he actually DID know everything. He knew what myself and my friends would talk about, he would know exactly where I was and who I was with without even needing to ask me, and I would always wonder why. In reality he had my phone tracked and could read all my messages. Now that I have been through the court system and he has been imprisoned for the abuse he inflicted upon me, I can confirm that he was in fact grooming me from the age of 13. About a month after my 18th Birthday, began the horrific 7.5 year abuse that I suffered. My Dad, masked for the first 2 years as a stranger, blackmailed me into performing sexual acts with strange men in our home - the one place I should've felt safe. When I finally realised it was him, I couldn't tell you how it then turned into just open ended abuse and rape from him. He would advertise us as a couple on hook up sites and in order to avoid physical beatings I would go along with it. I feared for my life so much that endless rapes and sexual assaults were easier - imagine that being the easiest choice - until you're in it, you just don't know how you'll react. I stopped going out, I gave up my hobbies, whilst in college I gave up my part time job - he controlled every single part of my life. And if I even let my "everything is rosey' mask slip even for a second, especially in front of my Mam, well it just doesn't bear thinking about. Fortunately for me, once Mam did find out, he was gone out of my life within 30 mins. Unfortunately, he went on to groom and abuse others after that. He was convicted, and is currently serving his prison sentence - but the fear of him stilll remains.

Many years ago When I was 18 my friend and I met some guys while being out. They invited us to their house and we were naive enough to go with them. They got us very drunk and I didn’t even know where the house was, I didn’t know this part of my city. I reached the point where I was very drunk and a guy pushed me into a room and against a wall and kissed me. He undressed me and we had sex. I did not understand what has happening. It was my first time ever. After we were done I felt dirty and I didn’t know what to do so I just ran out of the house and just kept running away. I called my friend and she left, she was too drunk to notice that I was gone for so long. I did not understand what happened, he told my friend that I consented so I must have. I never spoke about it, it was shameful. I didn’t even remember his name or how he looks like. I just tried to forget it but sometimes I remembered it. I never understood. It was almost 10 years ago and a while ago a friend and I were talking about our first time and how it usually sucks. I told her a little about it and she took my hand and told me that I was raped, I did not consent, I was too drunk to consent. Since then I haven’t spoken to anyone about it either. I do not know what to do ten years afterwards. Thinking about it now makes me want to cry, realising that this happened to me and I was told that I consented that I very clearly now know that I did not. I never talked to anyone about it but I rewatched Barbie today and somehow it got back into my head and I feel so sad and tired. I just had to tell my story. I hope everyone is doing well.

At 19 years old and away from home for the first time…I thought I was in love. I married someone I barely knew. I met him at Military Training, and we got stationed in the same city. I wanted a wedding, but he did not so we ended up at the Justice of the Peace. This was one of the first of many things I did to compromise. Shortly after we were married, his true colors started showing. Slowly, I was isolated, moved away from all my friends and family. I could not do anything right. Everything was my fault. No matter how hard I tried it was never good enough. He forced me to watch pornography and forced me to do things sexually that I had not consented to. Yes, a spouse can rape their spouse. I was called all sorts of names, mocked, belittled, insulted, and worse. It was mostly behind closed doors; however, some was done in public. We would only hang out with my friends and family when he wanted to put on a show. At one point he moved his “friend” in with us because she had nowhere to go. After being diagnosed with an STD, I learned she was one of many women that he cheated on me with. She was his mistress in every sense of the word. At some point I lost who I was and began to think I was exactly who he said I was…worthless, ugly, and nothing. I was living in a fog. I could not make sense of my feelings or thoughts. I had no idea what to do to make him happy because no matter how much I tried to do what I thought he said he wanted it was never right. I attempted suicide which surprised my family, friends, and co-workers because I had never said a word. I had been able to put on a smile and always help others during the workday. No one knew the verbal, emotional or sexual abuse I endured at home. After my suicide attempt my family, and the few friends that still stood by me tried to get me to leave. I refused to leave. I was insistent that could make my marriage work. If I only tried harder. If I were only the person, he wanted me to be. Then, out of the blue, he was arrested, court-martialed, and sent to military prison (on matters unrelated to the marriage). I still tried to make things work. I would go visit him in jail, take care of our home, pay the bills, and try to be a “good wife”. One day he called asking for things he wanted. When I told him that I had not bought the requested items because I was looking for a part-time job to pay the bills (we had mounds of debt thanks to him), he called me “undependable”. It was in that moment I finally realized I deserved more. I yelled into the phone “You’re right; I’m undependable!” and hung up the phone. I then took off my engagement and wedding rings and proceeded to throw them across the living room into the kitchen where they came to rest under the washer and dryer. The next day I contacted a lawyer and within a few weeks we were divorced. We had been married for one year and four months and had known each other for one year and nine months. In less than two years this man had broken me to the point that I no longer knew who I was and kept me from making new friends at my duty assignment. The only friends I had at this point were some old friends from high school that I did not see often but they refused to be pushed away. His actions caused me to spiral into a pit of depression so severe that I thought the only answer (or way out) was to take my own life. Throughout my first marriage, I had a friend who told my first ex-husband to back off and that he was going to stay my friend no matter what. He kept his word and continued to always be there for me during my marriage. When I told him, I was getting divorced, he took leave and came to stay with me for a week so he could be in the courtroom with me during the divorce hearing. 2 years and 7 months later this friend and I were married. Like my first husband, I also met him at military training. Our whole relationship had been long distance except for the few months at military training and that one week during my divorce. We spent the first year of marriage apart waiting for the military to station us together. We got pregnant the first weekend we were finally living together. Once we were living together, his true personality quickly emerged. He was always on the computer due to video games and/or pornography. He could not be bothered to help if he was on the computer. He would yell when he was not happy. I called to say I was in premature labor with our child and he did not come to the hospital. Once the baby arrived, I would ask for help, but he could not be bothered because he was busy. As time went on, the yelling, silent treatment, name calling, not helping around the house, and just ignoring me only seemed to get worse. Then he got deployed. I discovered he was having at minimum one online affair and saying all sorts of hateful and nasty things about me. I confronted him, and he acted like it was not a big deal. I felt differently. It was a big deal to me, so I left. I filed for a divorce. He spent months sweet talking me until I foolishly took him back. At this point we were now both out of the military. We bought a house, and he went to school. I worked full-time, tried to go school, and took care of the house and our child. He still seldom helped with anything. I had to pay for childcare because our child bothered him while he was doing his schoolwork. The name calling, silent treatments and ignoring only got worse. I noticed he was punishing our child in ways that were not appropriate for a toddler and expecting things beyond a toddler’s capability. I started having panic attacks when I pulled into the garage after work because I did not know which personality I was going to meet when I walked in the house: Mr. Happy or Mr. Angry. His behavior after we moved in together did not match the behavior of the friend who was there for me during my first marriage; he had changed – or had he? He stopped telling me how much he loved me and how much he needed me and proceeded to tear me down or not talk to me at all. I had reached that all too familiar point where I was again in a fog and not sure what to do because everything, I did was wrong…unless he wanted something. I felt like I was walking on eggshells at home all the time. I remember he said something to me at a store one day and a woman made eye contact with me…her look said, “Honey, just say the word and I will help you escape”. I just quickly looked away. The final straw was coming home from work one day and finding my usually very active child sitting very still on the couch. When I asked what was wrong, my child said, “Daddy slapped across both cheeks for playing in some mud with the dog.” I confronted him and told him he had three choices: get help, leave or I was calling the police. He chose to leave and blame me for making him “poor and homeless”. Seven months after we separated, we were divorced. We had been married for eight years and ten months. We had known each other for ten years and seven months. He had gone from being one of my best friends to a total stranger who left me feeling even more empty and broken than my first husband had. It is hard to put into words the slow way both individuals managed to tear me down to nothing, to the point that I felt like I had nothing left to live for. Unlike my first marriage, the second time it was not just me. I had to protect my child. Both used verbal and emotional abuse to slowly control me and make me feel like nothing, make me question my sanity, and make me believe I was a complete idiot and loser. One of them used sex as a weapon for his pleasure and another withheld touch of any kind knowing that it is one of my Love Languages. Both could be kind when it suited them to make them look good or to get what they wanted. Thanks to both of these individuals I now know gaslighting, love bombing, flying monkeys, triangulation, projection, threats (both threatened to kill me), trauma-bonding and more are all part of a Narcissist’s play book. It was not me who was crazy or not worthy. They used these tools to get what they wanted and then tossed me to the side when I was no longer needed. Now that I know what these actions and terms mean I have been able to educate myself on how to recognize the signs, heal from the trauma and reach a point where I am able to share my story of survival. I had no idea who I was, what I liked, how to live a happy life or how to be strong. I could put on a good show for the outside world, or so I thought. I have since learned that my family and close friends could tell things were wrong. They were praying for me and standing close for when I finally reached out for help. When I look back over both marriages, I see God’s hand in them, and I know that it is because of Him that I am still here to tell my story. My first ex-husband walked in on me with the pills in hand and a razor blade at my wrist. For all the bad he did God used him to save my life by having him walk-in at that exact moment. He reported me to the military thinking it would get me in trouble but instead it saved my career and my life. His going to jail allowed me to get away. During my second marriage I can honestly say that the only reason I was able to get away is truly a miracle. I believe the prayers of my loved ones were answered by giving me a strength that came only from God, allowing me to stand up to him and give him those three choices after he slapped our child. How did I escape and repair my spirit? How did I find me again and become happy, strong, out-going, courageous, stand my ground, and know my own worth? I did it through the mercy, forgiveness, and love of God. I have spent hours in prayer and bible study. I have gone to Christian based counseling. I have shared my story with others. It has been a long road to recovery, but I know now I am a child of God and I am worth more than what those two individuals did to me. I will never settle again. Never settle for less than you are worth. You are worth more than all the rubies and diamonds in the world. You are His child. You are loved. You are beautiful. You are strong. You can. You will Survive.

A letter to my Hudband, I have yet to give him. My husbands father came to live with us after he got out of prison. He is finally out of the house, after a year, but not before fully taking advantage of me. I am younger and thought that he had turned good.. but he continued to sell drugs. He got close to me in the begging and I trusted him. I didnt have a dad growing up that was there all the time. I thought he was safe. He collected information and then holds it over my head and threatens me with violence and blackmail. He continuously harasses me, always touching inappropriately, making commitments no family member should to another. I kept telling my husband I wanted him out for months. But he delayed it. Eventually the tension grew between me and my father in law. He stole my phone and sent nude pictures of myself to him along with text messages, to use it against me saying see she did this. Fortunately I have proff it was him doing so from a text admitting it. He ended up raping me. And he knows I won't say anything because of the blackmail and threats. I've told a friend and I have went to the dr. But i have not filed any type of charges. I'm still to scared to. I still havent been able to tell my husband and wake up sick to my stomach everyday. But heres what I wrote but cant find the strength to give it to him. Today his dad is supposed to leave the state but i think he wants to ruin everything with my kids and husband before he does. So today I am scared, trapped. Here it is: I wanted to tell you I've hated myself Sick to my stomach from my own bad decisions Made someone one else see how small I was And he preyed on me I was taken advantage of I trusted when I shouldnt of I wanted to run to you so many times But I couldnt find the words And I didnt want any of our progress to go backwards At first I felt I was safe from him That he would never do anything to hurt you or me He slowly manipulated me And he made me trust him He made comments about how you would never truly love me constantly He told me his secrets And then he began to push and shove me He told me time and again that you say I got pregnant on purpose so you wouldnt leave And threw the last couple years I've heard it again and again He peeled back my layers I felt I could let some things out But I wish I never would of Should of gone another route Hed say.. What am I going to have to do to sleep with you? You no I could love you better? Am i going to have to resort to blackmail? You wont sleep with me?! fuck you! I need it! And I'll get it someday. Bitch, you better believe it. I wanted to yell for help. But I was trapped. And i new things were getting worse. Knew youd be mad I didnt want to ruin things with you and your dad. He continued to harass me. I'd tell him he cant live here anymore off you and me. He says you wanna bet. I can have anything I want How bout that baby? Now Come sit on me He says if you're so worried about losing all your money. I no how to fix that. We can make porn together honey. And then maybe things wont be so bad. I've got you by the throat cant you see Come on we could be rich with that ass baby. He got angry with me Many times over the months. I didnt want to make even eye contact with him. Hid in my room until hed leave. Hed always say I'm sorry But dont you no your beautiful I cant help this feeling inside of me. Ive got you. You'll never be free He told me dont look so good. Cuz I cannot control myself. He was suppose to be at work that day. I was in my yellow t shirt dress. The baby was asleep. I was sitting on the rocking chair. I never heard the car pull up. And the door started opening. He looked at me..I new instantly. Frozen, I couldnt move. And then he stood in front of me. He said you no this dick is hard. I wont waste it on my hand today. What you wearing under those. Grabs me and says oh like I was hoping.. nothing. Whats it matter anyway You dont wear his ring He tries to put his head between my thighs as I squeeze so tight. I tell him please dont. No stop. I'll do anything. He says it's too late for that. I told you not to let me catch you like this. He holds my head into the chair. I fight him kicking and scream. But I.. I was no match I'm sorry he was bigger then me. It ended finally He told me see that wasnt so bad, no need for the squirming. Just think of me as the older version of him Not his dad You tell him, I tell him anything and everything. And when i do. After what you've done to him in the past Hed never belive a slut like you. Your truth goes down as lies Despite all ur cries Just a whore like he knows you are. Foolish girl You ready to make us some money. You sexy porn star I've been hoping hed leave you for some time. When hes gone your alone Then that's when I can make you mine. I dont care if I lose him. But i will not lose you. And if for some reason I do. I will make your life a living hell. So here, take this towel. And if theres any bruises just say you fell. I told you I always get what I want. You think you can kick me out You cannot. You started to get lippy Why wont you talk to me?! Oh your son says your kickin me out? I walked out on my own.! Fuck you! Enjoy all my threat texts on your phone. You no I'm not afraid to die. If I ever get ahold of a gun, you better run. For I have nothing to lose. I'll take everything you worked for. Those kids are better off with out you too. All yours and his dreams will be no more See you dont win, I do. Have fun picking the mess you've made, all your fault off the floor. You no good flitly little whore I no I've done you wrong my husband. But I dont want no one else. And right now I'm disgusted with him n myself Our relationship isn't perfect It needs polished. It needs cleaned. I'm the biggest problem. Just help put me back together. I cant do it by myself. My head hurts. I've cried so much. Wanna tell you everything but I dont no how to. Not ready for another fight. I feel he will tell you what hes threatened before i do. I dont have the energy just wanna be next to you Please help Dont let him control me You may not show me that you love me In all the ways i wish you would. But I feel we could get there Both got ugly pasts But your the one i want I want us to be the ones who last The things weve got threw I no we can make it But I dont blame you if you dont want to. I'm sorry baby I hope you no how much i love you Hopefully I'll come back and finish this story some day. Cuz it is far from over. But I continue to fight for myself and my family. I dont want to be a victim I want to be a survivor.

From 2011 to 2015 I was sexually physically and mentally abused by a man I was romantically involved with that was almost 20 years my senior. I was 17 and attracted to someone i felt at the time was so captivating and wise, and showed interest and attraction with me as well. I knew from the beginning that it was wrong but that’s also what made it exciting. We met in a safe community with people I had known my entire life and he really seemed to understand me and all my complexities. He saw me, which was very important to me at a time where I didn’t really see myself The first time we had oral sex was on a public park bench in a park at night. I was 17, he took me out to sushi and bought me alcohol, said he wanted to go for a walk in the woods after. It was empty and dark, I didn’t feel afraid at first. We stopped at a table to smoke some weed and next thing happened he was having me touch him, and had his dick out in front of his face. He didn’t have a house to go to so here we were. I had never sucked a dick before but I didn’t want him to know that so I did my best. And then it escalated. Fingers and hands were everywhere and he was pulling down his pants on top of me in this public park. I had to stop it. I couldn’t lose my virginity this way and didn’t know how it escalated so quickly. It did cross my mind that he could do whatever he wanted to me right now and there was no one around to hear or help. And that I needed him to find my way out the park and get home. I guess this is one of my earliest memories that shaped how I feel about sex - it’s something that can and should happen anywhere, and it’s something that you - the girl - are withholding from the man. Because that’s what we were, a girl and a man. The first time he hit me was in my college dorm room I guess that’s part of why I never think about college and hate going there All my 4 roommates were out of town and I invited him down for the weekend He brought his 10 year old son We were in a rocky place already, trust issues, control issues The night before I befriended a handsome actor I met at my job at the theater We exchanged numbers I sent a late night text and then deleted the evidence I woke up to bags being packed, chaos in my tiny apartment, sun shining through the windows of what promised to be a beautiful day I was confused but didn’t want to start arguing in front of his son who just said “wait we’re leaving?” Then I saw my phone on the table between, open to the text message response from the man I gave my number to Saying something so obviously flirty that I had nothing to say back I started crying, apologizing, begging him not to go He sent his son to the shower I kept getting in his way He slapped me hard I kept getting in his way The bathroom door was open and they were communicating Then he was on top of me In my living room Hands around my neck Knees on my chest The same place I watched movies with my roommates Studied late in the night sitting up on propped pillows on the floor Feet away I could hear the street People I knew walking to class Laughing Getting on the bus Playing music Did they know what was going on just on the other side of the door How could I reach them I couldn’t breathe He was saying horrible things Staring at me in my eyes with a whole lot of hate and hurt Pushing harder into my chest with his knees His hards clutching0 my throat Telling his son in the calmest voice possible “stay in the shower, I’ll be right there” Then there was a release My mind was spinning, my heart broken, my guilt overwhelming

On Feb.Day, Year my live in boyfriend of 9 years tried to murder me with not 1, but 2 aluminum baseball bats. It started around 10 p.m. on the night of the Date and nobody found me until 8:30 on the morning of the Date Needless to say they thought they had their first murder case for the year of Year. As I sit here today I am blind in one eye. I had facial and cranial reconstruction. I am left with metal plates in my face. I also have metal rods, pins and screws throughout both of my arms. I have some brain damage. For the first 3 days of being in the hospital I was in surgery. I was in a 5-day coma. And as I was in surgery on that first day, they had to hunt him down. They finally tracked him in City, State. And they charged him with attempted murder, kidnapping, terroristic threats and also having a stolen firearm while being a felon. And he is in prison where he will die. And I am here to warn women and men that are in violent relationships to get out as soon as possible!

In September I moved to Costa Rica for a few months, and in October happened to meet a really great guy here. We were just starting to date and it was going well, but I left to my home country Finland for Christmas and stayed almost 2 months. During this time I was out with two friends, drank too much and lost memory, and woke up with the other friend next to me naked in my bed.. I had thought of him as a good friend, although we had just met the summer before. He supported me when I had issues with a narcissistic ex, and I actually tried to help him get back with his wife which he did for a while. Even that night that we were out, I was trying to hook my friends up with other women. I had no will or intention to sleep with him.. So when I woke up like that I was shocked, I was worried, I felt guilty for not remembering and possibly hurting the guy in Costa Rica... The more I thought about it the more I realised if something had happened it was not with my consent because I never wanted that with him :( I was so worried and took a morning after pill, even though my 'friend' claims he didn't do anything. He would have 'felt it' he said.... And he was kind of joking about it :( He claimed we had been jealous of each other during the night and kissed many times. Which I just find strange because I wouldn't want that... and I remember nothing. Anyways I took the pill and even got a period around my exact cycle 15 days later... Now I'm back to Costa Rica to be with the guy who is actually so good to me and who I was really starting to like a lot... And few days ago find out that I am pregnant :( And the timing is exactly around that night... atleast the doctor says.. Seeming that something HAD happened after all made me feel so violated :( I was definitely in no condition to give consent.... this 'friend' has already 2 children from 2 different women.. I felt so terrible, I never wanted a child this way, I wanted it with the man I was dating :( And it is too late to have an abortion since it is illegal in Costa Rica, and now that I have already heard the heartbeat and seen the embryo in Ultra sound... I just couldn't :( And my new partner here is now 'thinking things over'.. obviously it's a shock and a lot :( But I am now dealing with a very possible break up, knowing my consent and body were violated by someone I thought of as a friend, facing single parenthood.. :( Has anyone had any similar experiences and could share me some advice on how to deal with the emotions? :(

We were both 8 or 9 at the time. Some kids kept telling us explicit stories at recess and got their voices in our heads. We thought we had to do it because they told us to. All I remember is what I was wearing and small details about it. It wasn’t our fault. I don’t think I knew how to handle it and I eventually ended up dragging it onto another girl. I never touched her, but she told her mom. I got in trouble. I still haven’t said anything.

He was my husband, but he was also my abuser. It started when we were dating with some details that didn’t add up. But I never questioned him. Then we got engaged, and I caught myself questioning if this was the person I wanted to spend forever with. But his gaslighting made me feel like I was the crazy one. I felt guilty for wanted to call off the wedding after my parents put so much money in. Nine months into our marriage, he wanted a child. I wasn’t ready. I was only 25 and had so many dreams. He decided we were having one against my will. When I found out I was pregnant, I didn’t feel the excitement I thought I would. When he found out it was a girl, he completely checked out. He only wanted a boy. That’s when he stopped coming home, started “working late” often, and started drinking heavily. He wasn’t there for me through an extremely difficult pregnancy, and even almost didn’t make it to her birth. He chose to be anywhere but the hospital. His desires and life were more important than mine. On top of all that, he was a firearms dealer with unlimited access to weapons. He began yelling at me in front of the baby, kicking holes in walls and furniture, and even grabbing my arm to subdue me. When my daughter was 4 months old, my therapist told me to run. Run away as far and as secretory as I could. By the time she was 7 months, I filed for divorce. I found 15 women he had affairs with in the last year while pregnant and post part in. He lied, he manipulated, he made me feel like I was crazy and made me scared of him. He left and never came back. Now, over two years later, I’m still fighting for my life back in court. He stole my money and my trust, but I am moving forward. My daughter is almost three and my new husband is everything that he wasn’t. He plans to adopt my daughter, knowing that my ex will put up a fight in court. But we are in good hands and he loves and supports me without fear or abuse.

It's been 25 years and I am only now writing about my trauma. For twenty-five years I dug it deep inside and tried to ignore it ever happened to me. I did not want to accept that I was a victim. No, not me, ...I am confident, educated, decent-looking person who is a good mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend. "Victim" no, no, that was not a word I associated with myself. Victims were the ones who I saw get violently attacked on tv shows, that is not what happened to me, so therefore, I was not a victim. I used to think victims were powerless, and no, no, that was not me. So why after twenty-five years does that first- date still haunt me? I try not to think about it, but lately, with so much stress of work, family, money, etc, my mental health needs healing, and somehow my brain keeps bringing up memories of that damn first-date with a guy I met at a car wash. I gave him my number because I thought he was hot and liked his Mercedes. He said he wanted to take me out to a nice restaurant, this excited me, because as a college student I was always broke and I was tired of eating fast food. A couple days later we met in the city and I hopped in his car. He was showering me with compliments, he even fake called a jewler friend and pretended that he met a beautiful woman and wanted to buy her a ring. ( I feel soo stupid) I was mostly falling for his charms, I was a little bit concerned he was a farce, but I was also enjoying that I thought he knew my worth. I don't know how but he then asked me to give him a little kiss while he was driving, I did, and then he said to just give him a little kiss down there. I was a little confused but he firmly pulled me down by the neck to kiss his you know what. I was shocked, of course, and also I didn't want to be rude, so I gave him a little of what he wanted and then I stopped. When I was able to pay attention to where we were going, he said he just needed to stop by his place to grab something. He pulled into his underground parking lot, and asked me to come up to see his place really quick while he got something he needed. I was a bit on edge, as I was already feeling a little bit trapped, but I was also curious to see his place, it is probably really nice! And also, I thought I was probably just feeling weird, but everything was fine, it was all in my head (I thought at the time). In his apartment, there was a woman, who left the apartment as soon as we arrived. She looked scared and a mess, and that's when I started to get really worried. I asked who she was, and the guy said she helped him with something having to do with his business. Right away he started to kiss me and touch me, kind of like a hard make out session, and I went along a bit, and then I told him that we should get going. He told me to take off my clothes and relax. I was still trying to be nice and flirtatious, but I was getting very scared because he was gripping my body and I could no longer get out of his hands. He then took off my shorts and began raping me. I said "no" so many times! Why did he do this to me? I hate him so much! But even while being raped, for a bit, I tried to just go along, thinking to myself that maybe I should just try to enjoy it as "sex" so that I wouldn't feel this awful feeling. It lasted way too long, I don't know how long it was, but it felt like an eternity. I tried to stop and push him off me, but he was physically way too strong for me. He finished, we put our clothes on, and I was still polite to him. I was soo afraid, and I just wanted to go home. I was nice and said I forgot I needed to get something done for school and can he take me to my car. Of course, he had gotten what he wanted, and he took me to my car. When I got home, I took a long shower to wash away everything that had just happened to me. I never told anyone for twenty-four years. Luckly, I have a great therapist, and she is helping me work through my trauma. I still have a lot to dig out of that deep hole I dug it into, but I am on a healing path. Thank you for taking time to listen to my story.