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My story is a bit long. When I was 15 or 16, I was reminded of things that had happened when I was between 4 and 5. Two uncles abused me. My memories of this have never been clear, and now, many years later, everything has become more distant and confusing, and I've doubted myself and my story several times. There are other things that happened in my childhood that I do remember more clearly: when I was between 7 and 8, I saw my parents having sex next to me (that night I had slept with them in their bed). Some time later, the same thing happened again, but with my stepfather and my mother. Also, when I was between 7 and 8, I was looking through some CDs in the DVD library at home, trying to label them by genre or movie. One of the CDs was a pornographic film. As usual, I was alone at home, so I watched the whole thing. I don't remember if I masturbated. I know that from a very young age I rubbed myself with stuffed animals, dolls, and other objects, although without much awareness of what I was doing, but the fear of being seen was present. There's something that haunts me right now: when I was 6 or 7 years old, my cousin (a year older) and I played around imitating some positions from a Kama Sutra book she had at home. I also have faint memories of once, while we were bathing, rubbing our private parts together. I don't know if this happened out of mutual curiosity and because of the content of the book we'd been exposed to, or if I was the one who created the situation and persuaded her to do it, or if I manipulated her. I don't remember it happening, but I'm afraid it did. What if I imitated what my uncles did to me or what I saw in the content I was exposed to? I feel fear, guilt, and shame. Also, half a year ago, I remembered that when I was 10 years old and I carried my little sister (who was about a month old) on my lap, I felt a pleasurable stimulus in my intimate area from the contact. When this image came back to me (it wasn't clear either, like my other memories), I felt guilty, but it didn't escalate because I understood it was a physical reaction and nothing more. But then I couldn't stop thinking about it and I wondered if I had prolonged or intensified the contact, and I felt so much guilt, disgust, and shame. It was so strong that I had an episode of OCD, and I feel like I still haven't been able to get out of it, because now I'm flooded with doubts about what happened with my cousin.

This year I managed to talk out loud for the first time about what happened to me as a "something", I always knew it but I kept it in the back of my head without giving it much thought because I knew if I did it was going to hurt, something in me knew it was wrong. When I was about 5/6 years old I had a friend a year or two older than me, I don't know how or when it started or why I "agreed", no matter how hard I try to remember I can't. This girl touched me and I touched her etc, I don't remember resisting or refusing and that makes it worse, I even think I liked it. Since then and as I grew older (similar situations happened to me at the hands of other girls) I began to feel shame and regret, in some ways it makes me feel dirty, as if I had never had innocence. Now I have a complicated relationship with sexuality, it hurts and makes me uncomfortable, I also can't feel good about myself, I feel like I'm guilty of this.

When I was between 4 and 5 years old, I was sexually abused by two uncles (10 to 12 years older than me). These memories remained hidden for about 10 years. Now, many years have passed since I first remembered what had happened, and everything feels distant and confusing (I've never really had clear memories of what happened, and this has made me doubt myself and my story a lot). I think they taught me how to touch myself. I also had a childhood heavily exposed to sexual content: I have memories of my parents having sex in the same bed (I had started sleeping with them), and also later, around 8 years old, the same thing happened with my mom and stepfather (they had sex next to me). Once, when I was 8, I put on a CD and it was a porn movie; there was also a TV channel that showed porn. When I was 5 or 6, I would rub my cousin (a year older than me) and my private parts together. I don't have clear memories of this either. Now I'm afraid that I was the one who persuaded my cousin to do it. I also remember that there was a Kama Sutra book at her house, and I think we sometimes played at imitating what we saw in it. I'm afraid that I was the one who provoked everything, that I imitated what my uncles did to me. I'm afraid of being like them.

I'm calling this experience lonely in a family When I was about 7 my mom met a boyfriend while my dad was gone working. We never heard about God or the Bible just about anything was change with every situation. Her boyfriend drank and did drugs and beat all of us up too. When I was about 10 I got woke up with him trying to have sex with me. He was a big man I couldn't make him stop. It continued until I left home at 18. He always did it while I was sleeping except for the last time he knocked me around and made me do things I didn't want to do. I didn't want him in jail though. I got married to a 47 year old man when I was 18. Came to find out he was a sex offender and a narcissist who was forcing me to give him sex which I had no sex drive because of my illness. We had 2 children 6 months after my youngest was born cps said they had to take them because of a complaint. That destroyed me. My children ended up being raised by my mother who adopted them. During the marriage, I used drugs to get rid of my pain emotional pain. I never felt love not once. I did finally get off drugs 30 years now. My husband and I are great friends but I never loved him it was what we had that put me there. I was 18 with nowhere to go. We divorced in 2001.

Before moving to California, I had lived in Pakistan. This story is from 2008. My mother had convinced me to marry a man who was well-settled despite I wanting to marry someone else that I had liked at university. The man I married had a very kind demeanor and was respectful. I told him the situation but he told me that I would fall in love with him if I gave the relationship time. I agreed on the condition that he would sleep in a separate room and there won't be any intimacy while I choose whether to accept him or divorce him. He gradually tried to charm me. At first, by requesting to kiss my feet, then by massaging my legs and shoulders. One day, as usual, he asked to kiss my feet while I was watching tv. I caught him looking up my nightie from down there. I got annoyed. He apologized but then asked to massage my shoulders. I agreed. While massaging shoulders, he raised my arms and licked my armpits. I got really upset. pushed him away and ran to he toilet. When I came out, he grabbed me, pushed me into the bedroom, forced me onto the bed, tied my wrists together and attached the rope to a chair near the bed. I begged for him to stop and resisted with all my strength, but he penetrated. I started crying. He apologized, asked for forgiveness but there could be no forgiveness there. My aunt (in police) arrested him. I asked for maximum possible punishment for him. He was given 10.5 years of rigorous imprisonment, 200 lashes with the whip, and paid a large monetary fine to me as well. I personally participated in whipping him. I later forgave him and his sentence was commuted to whipping. We eventually divorced but I felt satisfied that justice was done in this case and I finally married my university flame.

DECADES When I was 22 years old, I was on a college campus with my finance and decided to go out to the car at 11 pm to get the left over cake we had brought from dinner. I man walked near me and I said hi, and proceeded to get the cake. The man came up behind me and flipped me to the ground trying to rape me. I screamed, time slowed down and I remember hearing my Mom say that my car keys are a weapon so I started jabbing him with them. I struggled free, ran to a building, falling on my way. A driver arrived who heard my screams from blocks away and the police were called. The police even thought they got him and showed me several photos of similar looking men, but I couldn’t make a positive id, so he was set free. After this sexual assault, I bought a gun, moved in with my fiancé, took self-defense classes, read books, saw a psychologist who diagnosed me with PTSD due to overwhelming anxiety that paralyzed me. The world was no longer safe. It resulted in triggers, and brought back my first sexual assault as a teenager in a crowded bus in another country of an older man pressing his erection against me as I keep moving away from him toward the front of the bus, until I finally found another teenage who I could sit on her lap to get this stranger to stop. It has been 64 years since I was attacked in that parking lot. I have been happily married for 64 years and have a positive self image. BUT, I still can’t wear skirts. I still can’t go in parking lots alone at night and am uneasy going anywhere at night. I can’t watch a movie or play that has sexual assault or the anxiety becomes overwhelming. I still own the same gun.

hi. i found out when i was 14 that what happened to me wasn’t okay. i have no idea how to deal with the fact that apparently im a victim of cocsa, so that’s why im here because i have no idea what to do. it started when i was 5, and she was 9. the first time, she asked what kind of princess underwear i was wearing, then asked to see. i showed her and she touched me, then asked if i liked it. i didnt know what i was supposed to like. this went on for some time, and eventually she got my sisters in on it too, they were her age. i didn’t know what it even was but i wanted her to keep hanging out with me alongside them so i didn’t complain. and the sister i shared a room with one night asked if we could “practice” so we could be good for her, then asked me to touch her. she called it her dog house, and i had to help the dog. me and my sister haven’t spoken about that night since it happened, and i cant get it out of my mind. but the girl never stopped with me, one day she came to my house and wanted to sleep over. i was so excited that she asked to sleep in my room with just me, and it got to bedtime, and she asked if i could help her, but i said i didn’t want to so she made me hold her phone that had porn on it, i sat there for however long while she did it, making me watch. i never knew it was wrong or anything, i just loved the idea of her thinking of me. the last time, i was 12. my family took her on our vacation, and she wanted to go back to the condo for whatever, she asked me to come back with her. i was downstairs eating pizza rolls, and she asked me to come upstairs. i walk in the room and her bottoms are off. she asked me to come and sit, and asked if i would help her. i said i didn’t want to, and she just asked me to take my top off and watch. i remember i just sat there staring at myself in the mirror. the whole time. for the first time, i was scared. we then left once she was done, and said nothing. when it was my 14th birthday, i talked abt it, and i was told that it wasn’t okay. 7 years of my life. i didn’t know. and i don’t know how to deal with any of this. any tips or help would be great.

I've been abused by my first husband whom I divorced once before and then remarried years later. He's a narcissist who expects everyone to treat him like a king while he lives his life adding nothing his family's but strife and trauma. He just came by my home and we haven't even been together in any capacity for over twelve years. He banged on my door and I thought he was going to break through it. I'm always afraid to call the police because there was an incident before when he brainwashed the police and made himself into someone who could never hurt anyone (while our son is in his room with bruises inflicted upon him by his own father) We all secretly wish he would go and never come back. We all see it in each other's eyes and say very little to one another.

Many times I've wondered how to begin narrating my story, whether I should start from the beginning or when "love had arrived." I could start by saying that I fell in love with the person I thought was my best friend. Wow, it’s supposed that when there’s a friendship of that magnitude, love should be great. Time passed, and years later, that friendship turned into a relationship, which, for my heart, was one of the most beautiful things that had ever happened to me. I flew 1,295 miles from my country to the United States for him, believing that finally, my true love story would become a reality. I knew he had a strong character and was a bit egocentric, something that bothered me, but I always tried to ignore those thoughts with the "sweet gestures" he could have with me. In the third year of our relationship, after discovering an online affair (they were only chatting because they were in different countries), he proposed to me. Shortly after we got married, we bought our first house together. Wow, if we weighed it all out, there were many wonderful moments that turned into sad endings because, according to him, I didn’t do something right, and many times I would repeat to myself, “I need to be better for myself and for him,” but for him, I was never good enough. Little by little, I started to fade. His words and actions took me to the darkest places—depression and anxiety. From there, it got even darker: a fight in the bathroom where he was the only one talking, and I had long ago decided to remain silent to avoid making the problem worse. I remember that night we were sitting on the bathroom floor arguing, and when it ended, we decided to leave the bathroom. I was walking behind him, continuing the argument, and that’s when he decided to push me, making me fall back several feet. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. Among the physical pain I felt in my body, the pain in my soul was even stronger. He apologized and insisted that he thought I was coming after him to hit him. I insisted that I would be incapable of doing something like that, but once again, I was blamed. Shortly after, the problems in the relationship intensified, and there was more crying than laughing. I blamed the depression, but deep down, I knew it was everything that was happening there. I decided to seek professional help and started working with a psychiatrist. For more than a year, I was in therapy and on medication, and that’s when my awakening began. I’ll never forget the day my therapist said to me, "I want you to do an exercise that I know I shouldn’t ask of you." I forgot to mention that I earned my psychology degree in my home country. She continued, “We’re going to make a diagnosis, but it’s not for you. If I’m right, our therapy is going to change drastically because you’ll have only two options: divorce or couples therapy.” Although she didn’t say it, she was leaning more towards divorce. Her request was, "Let’s diagnose, based on observation, whether your husband is a narcissist. You’ve given me many examples that are raising red flags for me." She managed to get an interview with him, and in the end, we reached the diagnosis: I was married to a narcissist. I had been too ashamed to tell her that a week earlier, I was not only a victim of his physical aggression when he pushed me, but he had also pulled my hair. I had never felt so ashamed of myself until I had to talk about it with my therapist. Her only words were, “Run from there; there’s no turning back.” How grateful I am to her for those words. Today, almost a year after our legal divorce, although this path hasn’t been easy, I feel that I’ve become a much more resilient woman. No matter how difficult the situation is, no matter how much pain you may feel, love doesn’t have to be the excuse to push your limits. I knew for a long time that I needed to leave, and it’s not easy. Finding that strength is not easy, but today I can say that when your love for yourself grows every day, it’s that love that helps you move forward. Losing everything and losing myself to find myself has been the most beautiful experience life has given me. NO MORE. Only you have the power to break the cycle.

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 Contractor. I do IT work for Company. The first week I was there, I was touched sexually by a coworker named Name. I froze and I didn't know what to do, Name positioned his hand onto my waist and began to slide his hand upward, fondling my breast and, It made me feel violated, it made me feel disgusted. I informed my recruiter Recruiter about what had happened that day. I typed him and email and of course he informed me that he believed me and that Contractor did not tolerate sexual harassment. They told me that they would "talk" with this co-worker. A few months went by but, Name was still making sexual comments to me, and now in September of this year, he began to blow me kisses and winked at me two times. I finally informed a female coworker privately about what was going on and she informed me that this male coworker has gotten away with sexual harassment many times now. I am the third person who has come to HR and has reported what has gone on. My female coworker informed me that she had been sexually abused since July 2022 and no action has still been taken. That is when I decided to take matters into my own hands, I decided to contact a sexual harassment attorney and has recently filed a case with EEOC for sexual harassment and discrimination. When I go to work now, I instantly feel nauseous and full of anxiety. I have decided to contact a psychologists to help me cope with the high anxiety and not being able to sleep at night. You might be asking yourself, "Why didn't you just leave?" well, because It was a job and I have bills to pay. I asked myself the same question many times. Luckily my contract will be with Contractor in December of 2023. It was not myself, who went to HR the second time. It was my female coworker who sent an email with me and she had a conversation about what was going on between Name and I in the workplace. That Name was still sexually harassing me, blowing kisses at me and winking at me, along with other sexual comments. There was one time I was in my cubicle and I was organizing it before going home and Name came up to me and asked me what I was doing. I told him that I was organizing my cubicle, I didn't want seem like a slob and he replied with "Yes but, you would be a cute slob." He would intentionally come over to my cubicle and place each of his hands on each side of the cubical and ask me what I was doing. He would intentionally make me feel uncomfortable and afraid. Luckily I have had enough sick leave saved up, so I have taken sick leave for myself periodically. Once my female coworker reached out to the HR department of both Company, both HR departments tried to call me and email me multiple times. I refused to answer them because I knew in the back of my mind, they weren't on my side. They didn't believe my story about Name the first time so, what would make them believe me the second time? On October 2, 2023, Person of Companycalled me and asked me "Well, what do you think we should do about Name?" and I said out of pure honesty. "Fire him, he needs to be held accountable." and Person laughed at me on the phone, and he said to me "Okay, well. We will talk to Name." and I knew right then and there, they didn't believe me. What they didn't know, is that I had already typed up everything for documentation and was one step ahead of HR because I knew, they weren't going to take me seriously once again so, that is when I took action to contact a sexual harassment attorney. Ever since I have taken this action, HR of both Contractor and, Company have been trying to email me and call me to try and negociant. They didn't believe me two times now, and they laughed at me when I was telling them what should be done about Name. This experience for me, has been frightening and very emotional. I have cried a lot, I haven't slept and for almost a year I have not told my family about the ongoing sexual harassment. I have reminded myself that I am strong and that I will get through this, and that there are resources out there to help me. To this current day, I am still waiting to hear back from the EECO, and hopefully hold Contractor accountable for Name and what he has done to multiple women. I am sharing this story because I need other victims out there to know, YOU! have a voice and you ARE! capable of taking back your self dignity. I took this situation into my own hands because I know, that I am not helpless and that I am able to speak up and not tolerate sexual harassment in the workplace. You deserve respect, you deserve to take back your dignity and you deserve to be heard. Stand up, for what is right and what you believe in. I didn't want to take action but I am thankful that I gathered up enough courage to reach out and take back my self respect for myself and to prove to these two companies that I am NOT! a "play toy" I am a young woman who deserves to be treated with respect. I am not sure if I have touched anyone emotionally by revealing my true story to you. Sexual harassment in the workplace can feel very intimidating and that you feel you won't be believed but sometimes, you need to step up and take action for yourself, and to speak out and share your story so that others don't fall victim to sexual harassment in the workplace like I did and my female coworker. You have a voice and there are resources and that is what men forget. Ladies, we more capable and powerful than what men take us for and it is time we take back our self-respect. Thank you, for taking the time to read my story. A Survivor Of Sexual Harassment In The Workplace - Survivor

At the end of my freshman year of college, I was at a house party. Towards the end of the night, after I had already been drinking, I said I wanted to go smoke and a guy who had been interested in me asked if he could come with me. We were friends at the time so I agreed. We went to the area in the back, which was an enclosed greenhouse-type porch and no one was back there. After we finished smoking, he leaned in and kissed me. I was shocked but went along with it at first. He proceeded to kiss me more intensely and started to touch me. Feeling uncomfortable, I stopped and told him I wanted to go inside. I sat at a table inside and he was next to me. I started feeling the high from smoking as I was having a conversation with my friends who were right across from me. Suddenly I felt his hand move up my thigh and he proceeded to rub me over my shorts. I was in frozen in shock thinking, "what the fuck is happening right now? This is really weird and i'm not enjoying this. Am I too high to do something right now? There are so many people around me. and no one knows what is happening. What is going on?" After a what felt like forever I felt him try to go in my shorts and that's when I snapped out of it and just looked at him. I didn't know what to say, and I don't really remember what happened at this point. I was just. in shock. He said something to me, I probably said something back, and then he just walked away. The day after I cried and had breakdowns in the bathrooms of the student center. I was confused and conflicted with myself trying to process what had happened. I felt like it was my fault because I googled things like "what constitutes as sexual assault/harassment?" because I wasn't sure if what i had gone through had "counted." I thought that since it was only touching it wasn't a big deal. I thought that because I was under the influence it was my fault. That I shouldn't have been that fucked up. That I shouldn't have been leading him on and making him think that I was into him. That I should protect him because he was friends with so many of my friends. But at the end of it all, HE WAS IN THE WRONG. I WAS PUT IN A SITUATION WHERE I WAS UNCOMFORTABLE AND HE HAD VIOLATED ME IN A ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE. I'm here to say that no matter the action, no matter how small, if you were violated your feelings are VALID. If you did not give consent and you felt uncomfortable, it IS ASSAULT. It is still your story. YOUR trauma that you have to live with. Do not brush it off or belittle it because you don't feel like it's worthy of being labeled. You are worthy. You deserve to be heard.

I was in an abusive relationship for 12 years. I met him when I was fourteen and we came together when I was fifteen. He was nice and lovely and I fell in love with him. I never thought that he could have a dark side. After a few month I began to realize, that there is something inside him. When we had our first fight, he screamed with me and I had so much fear. He apologized and I forgived him. But: It didn‘t stopped. He was verbal abusive. He said that I am a whore. He made me feeling small and like I am the worst person in the world. He said, that I am a psycho. He said I am a joke. He said I am nothing. He said, that he has to talk and scream with me like this, because I don‘t understand his points otherwise. He began to destroy things like my watch or a necklace. The walls had holes and he often grabbed me at my shoulders very hard when he got angry. When I cried, he became angrier at all. I locked myself in the toilet because I had so much fear of him. He also pushed me at the asphalt when he was drunk sometimes. I had bruises. One time he choked me. I never told anybody what happend, because I always forgived him and felt so fucking guilty. I tried to left him, but he always said, that he will kill himself, when I go. I went to therapy but even there I was so ashamed, that I didn‘t talk about the abuse. After two years of therapy I got stronger and stronger. I was ready to talk to somebody about the things that happend to me and that I want to leave him. Suddenly I felt free and was ready to go. He always said, that he loves me and that I am the love of his life. It never was love. I realized that I was in an abusive relationship. There were verbal, emotional and physical abuse. I didn't imagine any of it. I wasn't crazy. Whoever is reading this and is in a similar situation: You are strong! You are intelligent! You are beautiful! You are a good person! You can trust yourself! You can talk to someone! You can do this! You can leave him! You are a wonderful human being! I love you all out there and send you hugs. We have to share our stories and we are allowed to share them. Together we can change something.

While I was a Collge Student; I met The Most Precious Lady. She is so Beautful, Elegant and Refined. I was unable to buy Her a meal due to demands of expenses. She has been through unspeakble pain in Her Lifetime. Although I bought Her pizza and gave Her transporation; I wish that I could have taken Her to the finest Restaurant. This Lady is a Hero (Heroine). She has known the vile temperatures of Winter and scalding Hot Days of Summer in City, State. She gets dehydrated, hungry, damp, chapped lips, Her Braids have gotten frozen together, She trudges through slush in strong winds. She has been abused by Slumlords. Name is African American. From My travels to East Africa; I believe that She is Tribe. I am 56 years of age. She is over 35 years of age. In certain Cultures: She would be treated as a Queen; protected, kept safe, insults would not be allowed. Of Course She is a Human Being Who makes mistakes, but She has been severely discriminated against because of the color of Her skin. When I held Her hand, I knew that I was with Royalty. To All of Those Who Care about Ladies not being mistreated; Please vote for strong laws against abuse of Females. This Lady has been close to homelessness. Promised many great rewards by people who take advantage of Her; I hope that One good Day She is living so comfortable. She is could probably be considered "anorexic"; as She likes to look Perfect (Which She Is). There is great Sexual Exploitation in U.S.A. and throughout The World. Males make all sorts of obscene gestures to Females and think that there is no consequences. Actions have consequences, words have consequences. Victims of Sexual Harassment such as Name need just recompense. Myself, I took a Male who had abused Her and put Him on The Ground. It is probably wrong to take the Law into One's Own "Hands", but can We believe that a better day is coming? When Female Victims are protected. Bail Reform has allowed many Predators to be in Society. I am not a "vigalante", but it causes Me great sadness that Male Oppressors are not put in Prison for a long time. There has been magnitudes of Victimization. Name is A Victim. I'm sure that She does not want to be viewed as weak or made an example of. But She broke My Heart with Her tender voice, kindess, smile, strength, Spirit, Inner Joy and ablity to Survive. People of Wealth, Stature, Affluenza, etc... think that They can "Buy" a Female's respect. It is heinous, deviant and depraved. So Many Ladies like Precious Name deserve so much Better. Please have Honor in Your Heart, Mind, Soul, Words and Actions.

I was 16 at the time. I had been with my boyfriend for 1 year. He was my very first boyfriend, very first everything. For the whole first year he love bombed me. Bought me tons of presents, wrote me paragraphs, and told me he loved me after the first date. When I turned 16 we decided to have sex for the first time. We were both virgins at the time. The first time was consensual we both agreed that we had waited long enough. However, I didn’t enjoy it (I later have figured out I like women). I had a very low libido and he would get into arguments with me about it. Saying that I owe him sex because of everything he did for me and my family. Every time I ended up giving in. I ended up having sex that I didn’t want to have. One day after a big argument we had he said to me “tomorrow we are going to have sex because the intimacy will solve our problems”. I agreed with him because I thought maybe it would. The next day came and I was not in the mood. I told him no countless times. He told me I have to because I agreed to yesterday. We ended up on the floor me on all fours silently crying while he pounded inside me. I sat in the bathroom for 20 minutes crying afterwards. I had no idea what was happening until I broke it off 2 months later.

I was on a first date with a guy and I agreed to meet at his apartment to then find somewhere to eat. We ended up watching a movie where he began touch my boobs and my legs. When I moved his arm away he would pout and tell me how he wanted a relationship with me but his love language was physical touch and I needed to let him touch me. He also began telling me that my anxiety was making him anxious. He then told me he wanted to cuddle in his bed. When I reminded him I didn't want to have sex yet he got very upset yelled at me and stormed off while pouting. He eventually called me into his room and began to get on top of me and was pushing my shirt and bra up then asked me to take my bottoms and underwear off. I did because I felt stuck and then without warning he stuck it in me. I felt out of my body at this point and just froze. I don't know if this is considered coercion or not but I do know I feel a lot of shame and guilt as well as a lot of blame on myself. I know I should have done things differently like not even going to his place. I feel stupid and used and like I hate myself more.

Starting off, I want to share that healing is not the same for everybody. We all take different paths, bumps or curves in the road, or heal directly, without interference. Me personally, it took about 2-4 years until I realized I had been sexually assaulted. When I first learned the meaning, I presumed it "didn't count", and that it wasn't what I thought due to the manner of which the act was committed. I spoke with a close friend online, and he helped me to understand that it in fact was, sexual assault. I was about 13-14 at this time, I'd never been taught the importance or gruesome facts of sexual assault. I resented many people, accordingly my parents for not informing me, or preparing me. I blamed many others including myself. Although, it never felt as if the weight was taken off of my chest, off of my head, or my body. At 15, I sought help via the suicide hotline. I felt like there was nothing left for me, and the shame I felt, my lack of a voice to speak out. I was provided appropriate resources, indulged myself in meditation, which did have a positive effect, yet wasn't enough. Nobody in my life knew of what happened, except for a mystery woman on the other end of the hotline. I remembered then the ease I felt speaking to that one woman whom I hadn't even known, and realized the ease I could feel if I told people I DID know. I began to speak to friends, and anyone I trusted although never my parents, and still have not. Now, I'm older although there are struggles still with my nightmares, some guilt, I have found peace. I've found strength, courage, a feather now on my chest replacing the 40 pound anchor sunk into it, my heart and mind has healed. I've found love for others and myself. In the time I've spent healing from self harm, suicidal tendencies, self isolation, and guilt, I've learned one important factor, and that is I am not, alone. Nobody is alone in their struggles and there is something out there or somebody at all times to positively rebuild us and guide us to peace. I hope for anybody and everybody struggling to find peace, finds that peace, and can one day replace the anchor with the same feather.

I visited this site very recently. I am taken aback by the shared incidents, I never knew there exists a community that shares some very much relatable ,personal and difficult to even acknowledge incidents. I know what it takes for oneself to even accept the happening and lest sharing it with so many people. I'm proud of the survivors and wish them more power & strength, I would also like to thank the person and the team behind this initiative. The stories I read made me realise that I owe myself a favour and let myself out of the shame & suffering that I have been going for almost 10years now. So here I go. I have always been very fond of a brother sister duo, the care the love the fun the protection they have for each other is unmatchable. I being having no brother, always had a longing for it. I have a cousin who is 8 years older to me, we have had few family trips and he used to visit our house whenever he could, he is/was loved by everyone, in short our families are close enough. Some ten years ago when I was 14-15 years old , he was on a long vacation we used to meet very frequently and we developed a bonding that I always aspired for. I loved him as a sister and was very much caring. He was too. He started giving attention to me, whenever he would need any help he would ask nobody but only me and I was more than happy to provide 'anything he would ask for' being his little sister. We visited a relative's house for few days. We were all sleeping together and shared blankets. It was then that he touched me inappropriately, he pulled my top under the blanket and had his chilled hand over my bare stomach , though I felt uncomfortable but I thought it's really cold outside and it's nobody but my dear brother, so I didn't reacted and acted as if I'm asleep. New day new memories and everything about the previous night was gone. That night everyone slept in the same order, we were all slept and in the midst of sleep I felt a hand unbuttoning my shirt from the cleavage, he rested a portion of his hands on my bare chest, I did not know what to do so deliberately changed my sleeping posture turning my back towards him and pretending to be asleep as if nothing was noticed. I knew it then that it was not appropriate but I did not stop it. The next day I remember I prepared myself better ( wore an extra layer of sweater and buttoned it all the way up to the neck) so as to not let him make any advances while I was sleeping , that day I do not remember very clearly but probably he had made unsuccessful attempts and out of the desperation he had tried to insert his hands inside my clothing from elsewhere and I had resisted it becoming rigid in my posture and then he had tried to apply presurre to which I had given in and he might have been successful.I do not remember much of that night but it was not sober of him. He crossed his limits the other day when I was asleep with my head outside the blanket and I felt something going inside the blanket I saw him being inside the blanket with my top pulled up and him being very close towards my chest. I do not know whether I'm making up but I think I saw him checking out my bare body with his phone's screenlight. I became very afraid , since others were also sleeping in the same room just beside us. I hastly tried changing my posture and adjusting myself and my blanket as a result of which he got scared and turned his back towards me and showed as if he is asleep. I was up for that whole night. I was scared. I was ashamed. I was embarrassed. I wanted to cry. I couldn't make sense of anything. I couldn't make eye contact with him.I was not myself for the next 2-3 days , I felt as if he was ashamed too of his deed. Within a week everything was back to normal between us and we were back to our house sharing the same earlier sibling kind bond. As days passed he started asking me adorably to sleep beside him when none of the elders were around and though I knew what he meant by that but everytime I shamelessly followed his words and ended up having his both hands clasping my clothed unguarded breasts under the blanket while I pretended to sleep. He used to lick my face, my ears while I was actually sleeping. During cousin sleepovers, if at all I was sleeping at night distances away from him, he used to pull me closer or change his place beside me so as to have his hands over me. I stopped feeling guilty or ashamed in those days. I don't know why I let him do everything then. Why I didn't resisted instead gave way to get exploited by his hands. I used to love him even after everything he did to me, I longed for his visits. Then after 2 years his visits became rare and I was afraid now of his deeds in presence of others ,so once I resisted sternly and did not let him pull me closer to him, from that day his acts stopped, he never made any advances after that as far as I remember. But still I had no ill feelings for him. Then after a gap of 3 years or so, we all attended a family function where we spent time together . Though I was hesitant of him in the begining but in few days I got closer to him for another time. We shared same dinner platter, cared for each other, helped each other, became a team, joked ,laughed , clicked pictures and made memories , it was for me the perfect brother-sister bond. The next day when everyone of us was badly tired after the function we were resting in a room with him being inches away from me. This time it was me who searched for him and reached for him with his feet in my hand's reach. Though I instantly put my hands back to me but I remember him checking whose hands it was and finding me at the nearest. Neither of us said anything then as we were tired as hell. After that incident I was in a loop of flashbacks for months, my mental state was badly hit, I started analysing every act of him replaying in my head, I could feel his hands over my chest, his clasp over my breast, his wet kisses over my ears. I used to cry all day long, I started staying by myself all day long, I limited my interactions saved for the necessary ones, all along without being getting noticed by parents and sister. I used to pull a fake face for the world, rinsed my face all day long to not get caught of crying. I couldn't make any sense, I felt all alone. I felt something hollowing me from inside. Everything was going to fall if I didn't do anything for myself, may be standing for self. I decided confronting him through a text. I wasn't angry over him on the text, I wrote that -I wanted to tell him that few of his touches were not appropriate so being his sister it is to make him aware of the good and bad touches. To which he replied with a guilty emoji. I thought I was done, atleast he knows that he was not right. At that instance I wanted everything to end and we being the same old us with me still loving him. But as days passed there was turn of emotions I cannot count, from love to care to forgiveness, to anger to hatred, to what not. I texted him again with all the ill feelings for him, he apologized for his deeds and asked me to text him( couldn't have ever talked all this over phone) whenever I wanted. I thought okay, I can atleast share with him what I could not with anybody. With each passing day I started hating him even more,I tried to not let myself alone with those thoughts for long. I started avoiding him, I stopped calling him or texting. I met him in all these years at few instances and I make sure I'm never in his vicinity,I maintain my safe distance and do not stay in his presence for long alone. I might be talking to him over call in everyone's presence but I know I hate him. I won't ever forgive him nor I will ever forgive myself. Yes, I hate him but I hate myself more. It makes me think I was involved too. I was at fault too. I am guilty. I must have derived pleasure out of his acts and so I did not sternly opposed him at the very first encounter . Everything now is seeming very apparent, how could I not see and understand his intentions I was not a small kid. Why did I let him continue with his acts for so long? I have no clear answer to any of these questions. I'm fed up with all this. I am trying to have peace and live with these dull flashbacks which makes me remorse everytime the pages of the past are turned.

For me, my story entailed a male friend getting into my bed when i told him not to and forcing me to ‘cuddle’ with him, while he grabbed at me. He had been telling me all night how he missed his girlfriend, particularly her body & “that” part of their relationship. I felt horrible, i was uncomfortable and scared that he might do more. He didnt. But still even years later i feel uneasy when i think about it & how creepy he really was. He ignored me when i said no. He took away my autonomy that night. So dont feel like your story isnt worthy just because it “could have been worse”. Every experience is valid ❤️

On our first Christmas Together He Raped Me I was raped in every way possible under the Christmas Tree ... He smelled like Marlboro Reds, . That man on my back. He was smiling so Cheshirely that spit dribbled down his chin from the collosal effort. . He didn't ask permission to have sex with me. That would've been ...inconvenient to his desires. ...Megalomania at its blindest. He didn't care about my soul, my needs, my wants, my health..my sanity..He plied me with promises of freedom....Lured me with lies of love . A cage is a cage...is love of an abuser. and tore at me until I was completely eviscerated between his bubbles of spit and rancid alcohol. He had me until he climaxed, and I bled. Then.. he left me there. All I could smell was iron and salt. I bit my tongue, and it bled in my mouth only because it hurt so much. I had endometriosis even then. He didn't care. He didn't use lubricant... He didn't use anything, but hatred to abuse me again and again..l I begged him to stop. Used me until all I could see, taste, smell, and touch was blinding pain. All I could feel was his putrid breath ,,,singing every miniscule, semaphore hair... My nerves on fire and Screaming in sheer agony. DESIST!!!on my skin..miniscule, sensitive parts burning...... Screaming for him to cease... Every cell shrieking my earlobes throbbing with the terrible, dogged rhythm. The stench of his wanton hatred and desperation was the coming of doom...heart pounding against my cochlea..echoing staggered, shallow breath and pointless gasps of st--op. His body was a deleterious weapon..shrouding my neck and curls in jaundiced spittle. All he could manage to utter through his crusted lips was how good ALL of my ignominy felt TOO him, For HiM, withIN him. I recall that I vomited then.. Christmas Feasts were over for some time hence........I don't remember how long it took him to finish It might've been 2 or 20 minutes, or 20, or 2 hours. They say time is Linear, but it truly isn't. One second can feel like a lifetime, and one entire day can vanish in a flash. I didn't want to smell him, but I couldn't hold my breath that long . He latched on when he pulled out long enough to use me until Then. I bled. It wasn't a disturbing porn video. It was my life. WTF I was 18 yo, and I thought he was going to kill me... Because he was terrified of being arrested and jailed for statutory rape. He was a predator, and I, merely a sumptuous meal of Vestal Virgin.... I'm the stupidest person alive. That's how I see myself. It was my fault that I bled under that tree. My fault that I was there. I chose him.. I thought I was going to die that night... Under that Christmas Tree with no decorations, and old school, small, multicolored string lights. Bulbs of saffron, amber, rose, ..emerald, and cobalt. The EnD

Can you hear me? Can you hear me? I'm a survivor of sexual abuse. I'm here to help others break free from the silence. I know the pain of silence. I know the fear that comes with speaking out. But I also know the power of healing that comes with sharing your story. I am here to tell you that you are not alone. There are millions of us, survivors of sexual abuse, all around the world. We are all connected in our shared experience, and we are all stronger together. I am here to tell you that you are not to blame. What happened to you was not your fault. You are worthy of love and respect. I am here to tell you that you are not powerless. You have the strength to heal. You have the courage to speak out. I am here to help you break free from the silence. I am here to listen to you. I am here to believe you. Together, we can create a world where sexual abuse is not tolerated. A world where survivors are heard and supported. A world where healing is possible.