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My Story — I Just Want a Safe Life for My Children I am sharing my story anonymously because I am afraid that people from my past may recognise me. Some details have been changed or left out to protect me and my children. The experiences and feelings I describe are my own. For most of my life, I have kept my pain inside. I have carried things that I never told anyone because I was frightened, ashamed, or simply didn't know how to explain everything that had happened to me. Today, I am finally trying to tell my story. Not because I want revenge. Not because I want people to feel sorry for me. I just want someone to hear me. My childhood When I was a young child, I was expected to clean the house, wash clothes, iron and cook. If something wasn't done exactly the way my mother wanted, I would be punished. I remember being beaten with spoons and other objects. I would have bruises on my body and would try to hide them. I was frightened in my own home. Sometimes I was thrown outside without proper clothes or shoes, even when it was cold and getting dark. I remember hiding underneath a tree because I was scared. One of the few places where I felt safe was when my uncle would take me to his house. I looked forward to those visits because I knew I would have some peace. I also felt that my siblings were treated differently from me. I was made to feel that I was less wanted because my mother had wanted a boy when I was born. For years, I wondered what I had done wrong. I was only a child. I had done nothing wrong. A decision that was never mine When I was a teenager, my family told me we were going on holiday. I wanted to finish my education first. Instead, I was taken abroad and discovered that the real reason for the trip was that I was going to be married. I was still very young. I tried to convince myself that perhaps marriage would give me the loving family I had always wanted. Very quickly, I discovered that my new husband was not the person I had hoped he would be. When I told my family what was happening, I was told that things would become better. I didn't want him to come and live with me. My wishes were ignored. My first marriage When I returned home, I was expected to work and look after everything. My money was controlled. I was expected to work long hours and still cook, clean and look after my husband. When I couldn't meet all the expectations placed on me, I was shouted at, insulted and physically abused. I also experienced sexual violence. I did not consent, but my wishes were ignored. Eventually, I was thrown out. I managed to find somewhere safe to stay for a short time. I thought perhaps my life was finally going to change. But I was persuaded to return. Later, I was taken abroad again and left there for a long period because I would not agree to live with my husband. I was heartbroken and frightened. Eventually, under pressure, I agreed. My children I eventually became a mother. My children became my whole world. Their father was violent towards me, and there were times when I had to put myself between him and the children to stop him from hurting them. I was terrified, but I would never allow someone to hurt my children if I could protect them. After years of cheating, violence, shouting and fear, my husband eventually left. I felt relieved. Then he returned. People around me told me that he had changed and that I should give him another chance. I didn't want to. My children and I were frightened. Then came the night that I will never forget. While I was working, one of my children contacted me and warned me not to come home because they were afraid their father was going to kill me. When I returned home, I was attacked. I was hit, thrown against furniture and injured. At one point, a knife was held against my throat and I was threatened. My children were terrified. They helped me find a way to keep him distracted long enough for help to arrive. I remember praying that the police would come before something happened that could never be undone. Eventually, there was a knock at the door. The police arrived. He was arrested. I was shaking and crying. My body was hurting and I was terrified. I was taken to hospital. My children and I were then moved somewhere safe. For the first time in a long time, we had some distance from the danger. Starting again After many months away, we returned home. I hoped we could finally rebuild our lives. Instead, our belongings were removed. Furniture was thrown away. My children's belongings were sold. I was told that we did not deserve comfortable things and that we could sit and sleep on the floor. I was devastated. But the next morning, I got up and bought basic food for my children. That was when I decided I had to work. I found a job working nights. I arranged childcare and built my entire life around my children. I would work through the night, come home, get my children ready for school, take them to school, sleep for a few hours, wake up to cook and clean, collect them, feed them, take them to their activities, put them to bed and then go back to work. I was exhausted. But I did it because my children needed me. Losing our home While I was trying to rebuild our lives, I also suffered serious financial difficulties involving people close to me. I had worked hard to build a home for my children. I had invested years of work and money into making it a safe and happy place. Then I discovered that arrangements had been made for the house to be transferred to another family member without my agreement. I came home from work and was told that the house had been sold. I couldn't believe it. That house wasn't just a building. It was where my children had grown up. It was where I had tried to create the home and family I had never had as a child. I had spent years making it ours. Suddenly, it was gone. My children and I had nowhere to go. We stayed with family for a while, where we were made to sleep on the floor. Eventually, I went to the council for help. My children and I were placed in temporary accommodation. We had very little privacy and were struggling to cope. Eventually, we were given somewhere to live. I continued working wherever I could. I worked in care and took other jobs when I needed to. I did whatever I could to support my children. Trying to find love again My family continued to pressure me to marry again. I didn't want another marriage. I was frightened of going through the same things again. But people around me kept telling me that I should give someone else a chance. Eventually, I agreed to marry a man who had been described to me as kind and caring. At first, he seemed wonderful. I thought perhaps I had finally found the person I had spent my whole life waiting for. Then I became pregnant. Things changed. He began asking me for money. He became angry and verbally abusive. He wanted me to arrange for him to come and live with me. I was pregnant and unable to work normally. I couldn't understand why someone who had seemed so kind was treating me this way. I asked people for help and was told to keep him happy and do what he wanted. It felt like my past was repeating itself. When I gave birth by Caesarean section, I was still in hospital when he said something that broke my heart. I had just given birth to our son. Instead of feeling loved and supported, I was made to feel worthless. After that, he continued to be kind mainly when he wanted money. I was paying for things and trying to provide for my child. Eventually, I discovered evidence that he had been involved with another woman. Once again, my heart was broken. I had believed that this marriage would be different. Eventually, he left. Where I am today Today, I am raising four children. I have spent years working whenever I could to provide for them. But recently, everything changed again. I became seriously unwell and was diagnosed with blood clots affecting both lungs. Because of my health, I am currently unable to work. This has been frightening. Working has always been how I have tried to keep our lives going. Now I am unable to do what I have always done while still having the responsibility of caring for my children. Everyday life has become a struggle. After everything I have already survived, I never imagined that my health would become another battle. But I am still here. I am still trying to look after my children and find a way forward. For years, I blamed myself and wondered whether there was something wrong with me. I am beginning to understand that being mistreated did not mean I deserved to be mistreated. I was a child who deserved protection. I was a young woman who deserved a choice. I was a wife who deserved safety and respect. I am a mother who deserves a safe and stable home for her children. I don't want revenge. I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want pity. I simply want my story to be heard. I want my children to grow up feeling safe, loved and protected. This is my story. For the first time, I am letting it be heard.

I don't really want advice or anything. I just need to get this out somewhere because holy shit lol. Things with my boyfriend have gotten really bad lately. He'll wake up or come home and almost immediately start bitching at me. Just ranting, degrading me, telling me I've ruined his life and that everything is my fault. And he'll just keep going even when I'm not responding. So lately I've just been putting my headphones in and watching YouTube. Yesterday he was going on and on at me and getting more and more pissed because I wasn't reacting, so I literally just started singing along with whatever I was watching. He finally shut up and left. Then he came back later and tried it again. I put my headphones back in and ignored him. He got pissed and yanked my charger away from me and took off in the car. This morning, same shit. He woke up and immediately started bitching at me. I put my headphones in and listened to YouTube while he ranted. Then I started singing again and eventually he just left for work. It's honestly morbidly hilarious watching him get SO pissed that I can just sit there and be content while he's trying so hard to upset me. Like dude, I'm literally watching YouTube. But at the same time it's fucking exhausting. I'm at the point where I don't feel entirely safe around him anymore, and I'm probably going to call the shelter today and figure out what I can do. The part that scares me the most is my dogs. I have dog and dog and I don't want to be separated from them or have anything happen to them. I'm also terrified of losing my stuff, especially my PC. I don't even know. I just needed to tell somebody. I don't really want advice. I just want to throw this out into the universe and have somebody go "yeah, holy shit, that's fucked up" and then let me exist lol.

The controlling eventually became so severe that it finally came to a head on Halloween that year. Me, my ex, my roommate, and my best friend visited my best friends boyfriend at university and went to a big party in the woods called venue.  It was crazy because we had the best night ever. No fighting, lots of dancing, and just an overall fun time. We went back to stay at my best friends boyfriends place. We all stayed in his room. My best friend and her boyfriend in the bed, me, my ex, and my roommate on the floor. Everyone had just fallen asleep, and my ex tried to initiate having sex with me. I told him no, that I wasn’t going to hook up with him in the room full of people. He got so angry telling me I didn’t love him. He was, for lack of a better term, “whisper yelling” at me to come speak with him in the bathroom. After refusing several times, he finally grabbed me by my arm and dragged me on the floor from the room, down the hall, and into the bathroom. He picked me up, closed the door, grabbed my face and held it there while he proceeded to yell in my face about me not loving him. He then let go. It was surreal. I felt quite numb. From what I remember, I just walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom and laid down. He laid down next to me and tried to put his arms around me, apologizing over and over again. I said several times do not touch me. Keep your hands off me. He said no, he loves me and he’s sorry and he’s going to touch me because he loves me and he’s sorry. The next day I was just in disbelief that that had happened to me. That it had truly gotten to that point and that I was truly in an abusive relationship.  It felt like an out of body experience. He showed up at my door with a bouquet of white roses. Exactly like the one he brought me the first time he acted weird towards me. The second I saw the roses; I felt physically sick in the pit of my stomach. It was like what happened had become a reality and he was admitting to it and thought flowers would make it okay. I knew I had to break up with him, but I was so scared to do it because I knew it would hurt him. It’s crazy to look back at it now, that I never considered my own safety being at risk, I just considered how much it would hurt him and that’s why it would be difficult to end it. I think it was about two weeks later that I ended things with him (the first time). This was year one of a five year relationship that eventually led to me uprooting my life

I could never remember my childhood well, even as a kid. But I started to be hypersexual at 3, and so thats when I believe me and my brother started touching (hes 3 and a half years older). When I was 12 I remembered and told my parents, my mom freaked out and screamed at me. She said it was my fault and that it wasn't too bad if I didn't tell anyone. I fear thats she's right. When I was 14 and in deep psychosis, I felt like there was more to remember. I started to feel my brother's hands over my body and mouth. I remembered us having sex 3 times. The first time when I was 6 and the last when I was 8. One of those times he was hitting me and pinning me. I dont know how real those memories are because I recovered them in psychosis. I started doing really bad cus all I could think about was me and my brother fucking. A couple of months ago I remembered my brother fucking me with his hands around my neck (which was painful). Im so scared that really happened because I see my brother daily and hes my best friend. Im worried ill remember more.

This is long but I need to tell my story. I have to get it out of me. Almost 2 years ago my whole world was flipped upside down. My ex husband had had a couple of emotional affairs earlier in our relationship. I tried seeking therapy. His mom told me it wasn’t necessary at that time. Just a bump in the road. He was physical with me as well. I tried asking for help but I was afraid. I stupidly listened to his family and hid the truth from my own because I didn’t want them to worry. I had sacrificed years of my life, burned myself out, and completely lost who I was so that he could tour with his band. We fought a lot. I became frustrated with him that he was never home. He never wanted to do anything family related. When I begged him through tears to just do something with our son and I at least once a month, he told me I was being stupid. He never helped me around the house or with our son. His drinking began to worry me and cause problems. And he was consistently interacting and being wildly inappropriate with girls online (most of them being much younger than him). Every argument we had was about one of those issues. We moved soon after. To try and start fresh. To move past the “bump in the road”. Then almost 2 years ago, he came home from a work trip. He frequently traveled for work. He started pressuring me into sex. I was still affectionate but told him I was just tired from taking care of the house and our son on my own all week, on top of working a busy job. We argued. I felt like shit at the end of it. If I had just put out we wouldn’t have argued. The next morning, he dropped a bombshell on me. “I’m bored” he said. I asked him what does that mean? I didn’t understand. My stomach dropped. He proceeded to tell me how he had been looking into polyamorous relationships and he wanted us to be in one. I asked him question after question in a desperate attempt to understand where this was coming from and why this was happening. Was it just a sexual fantasy? Something that could only be fulfilled by another woman? Did he just want to be with someone new and not me altogether? He needed his “cups filled” as he so eloquently put it. I didn’t understand. He confirmed he wanted a full on relationship with someone else. To bring a third party into our home. By the end of the conversation I told him that I did not want that and that was not what I signed up for. That if that’s what he wanted then we would have to separate. He became frustrated by my answer and told me to forget about it. I told him I felt like there was something that he wasn’t telling me. Then he told me about the affair. An affair that apparently happened a whole year and a half prior (right before the trip we took with his family) . He hid it from me for that long and god only knows what else. I was beyond devestated. I felt like I died that day. He begged me to stay. Begged me to reconcile. After a short amount of time I agreed. Within the first week of our reconciliation, he told me that he had gone through his FB and deleted all the random girls. He was friends with so many because he just loves people he would say. He was very popular from being in so many bands as well. He said there was a girl who he had become good friends with. He said it was nothing inappropriate. She lived in our hometown that we had just moved from. We did have a lot of mutual friends with her as well. I told him I didn’t feel comfortable with it. She is a decade younger than him. Why was she having conversations with a married man? A couple of days later, she sent me a message on FB. She told me how he had told her how I felt uncomfortable. She apologized and talked about how she just had a lot of different friends and socialized with a lot of different people. I chalked it up to her just being young and dumb. Over the next couple of months, she began reaching out to talk to me more. I opened up to her and told her how my husband and I were in a reconciliation phase. I told her about my pain and healing. I told her about my insecurities he had caused. She told me about her dreams to move away. She told me about her boyfriend, we’ll call him “John” for the sake of the story. She complained how he was allegedly terrible to her. Then one day she called and said that she had broken up with John and she had moved out. My husband said we should fly her out to our home. He said we should let her stay with us for the weekend. To let her get her head straight and help her out. I told him no. I told him I was still struggling with healing and it wasn’t a good time. He told me that he wanted to help people and I was stopping him from doing that. After many arguments, he bought he a plane ticket without even asking. I felt sick. He clearly liked this girl. I started coming to the realization that I wanted a divorce. He was calling me crazy. He invalidating my feelings and healing process at every turn. I could barely eat or sleep. My health was affected in every way. It still feels like a fever dream. The next thing I knew, she was at our house. I have to summarize the rest because it’s still too difficult to talk about. But basically I ended up kicking them both out of the house and I told him I wanted a divorce. The next thing I knew, he had bought a camper and moved her up to our new residential state. I finally started listening to my intuition. When I found out he was moving her up and that they had gotten together, I decided to call her ex boyfriend, John. She had broken up with him only a few days before she had come to our house. I knew something wasn’t right. To summarize, after hours of talking between John, a mutual friend, and I, we had pieced together the truth. My ex husband had been flying her out on his work trips for the past year (that we know of) and they had been sleeping together. So the entire time she was reaching out to me to befriend me, she had already been sleeping with my husband for over a year. And to make it worse she was an addict. I felt myself break all over again. The last year since then, has consisted of a lengthy and drawn out (by him) divorce battle. I ended up finding out about at least 2 other psychical affairs. A friend reached out to me and told me how he had been inappropriate with another friend and made them uncomfortable. The rest of the divorce process is a different story. Maybe for another time. For now it is over and I do not regret how hard I fought to end it or to keep my son safe from an addict and psycholocally abusive mistress. I will never regret all of the work, tears, and begging that I did just to try and get the people that say they loved me and my son to keep someone like that out of our lives. I will never understand how they had the audacity to tell me they didn’t think she was dangerous to be around my son after they saw so much physical evidence with their own eyes. It physically makes me feel sick. They watched as their son called me crazy. Only to find out I was right all along. They watched as he bought a camper for him and his mistress before I had even filed for divorce. They watched as he continued to test me with hate and animosity and then used my traumatized reactions against me. I begged them through tears, pain, and yelling to do more. I begged for them to advocate for my son and I both. I begged them to stand up for us and tell their son what he was doing was wrong and to stop. I begged for them to help me end a divorce that I didn’t ask for. My ex feels justified in what he did to me though. He literally told me “we’re not divorced because I cheated. We’re divorced because we fought all the time and weren’t right for each other”. All the fights about how he was cheating and never around/helping me raise our son. I didn’t drive him to cheat, abuse, and destroy me. These weren’t mistakes that he made, these were decisions that he made and carried out for a very long time. These were intentional. He gave no room for healing with his continued hatefulness towards me. And he and his family used my traumatized reactions as his excuse for squirming out of any and all accountability. Every action he has taken since I filed for divorce has been only to discredit me and make himself feel justified. It’s easier for them to make me the scapegoat than for them to show shame or accountability. They bond over denial and hide in each other’s shadows. I still have a lot of shame and regret that I am working on healing through for trusting and believing in these people. It is a long hard process. The pain is lifelong. But I am thankful that now I know. Now I know what love DOESNT look like. I know what integrity DOESNT look like. I take responsibility in the fact that I should have left long ago and I put up with too much. I am responsible for losing myself the way that I did. I know that I did what I thought was right in my heart and I loved my ex as I promised I would when we made the commitment of marriage to each other. I worked hard to keep my family together but the reality is sometimes unity is not the healthiest or safest option. I stayed because I truly believed things would get better. That he would get better. That he would finally choose us. But the lesson kept repeating itself until I learned that I was wrong and I needed to let go in order to live a happy and healthy life for my son and I. I have learned so much and I hope that I can pass these lessons on. I hope that I can help even just one person not go through what I went through. And I’m hopeful that the lessons I continue to learn throughout this process will help light the way to a road of health, healing, and safety. I now feel safe to speak up and tell my story after so many years of silence and brokenness. I’m thankful to come home to a house that is no longer filled with hate and selfishness. Thankful that I don’t have to walk on egg shells everyday. I can create my own peace now.

I don't know if anyone will read this or if it will help anyone. Throughout my entire childhood, I was abused by my mother. My mother grew up in a violent environment with an abusive father who drank and was never home. That’s why my mother escaped to another country for a better life. When I was born, at least from the age of four (maybe even earlier, I just don't remember it), she would hit me, beat me, and say horrible things to me. Of course, my soul couldn't bear it. At 13, I started self-harming. For a while, this whole situation stopped, for about a year. One day when we had an argument, it happened again—my mom hit me. I ran to my dad, who was in the other room, and in front of him, I started crying and telling him what my mom had done. (In the past, I had mentioned to him again that my mom was doing this, but he hadn't done anything about it; he just comforted me). My mom came into the room. I started shouting at her, telling her that this was wrong and that when I became an adult, I would be running to psychologists because of her. My mom laughed and didn't take it seriously. After that day, nothing like that has ever happened again, and I feel much better that I managed to shout at her as loudly as I could that day to make her understand that what she was doing would affect me immeasurably in the future. (By the way I'm not an adult)

I'm 71 years old and allowed myself to be abuised for over 20years out of a 36 year marriage. I lost my daughters and grandchildren because of my actions. I've got no one I'm totally alone. I found out that my husband was a drug addict to prescriptions and was a thief and a liar who manipulated everyone around him he was a good guy. I was to busy working raising a family and continued to let this man use me because I loved him. I just realized love shouldn't hurt. He's left our home for years at a time, I've never gone with any one else. I've been raped strangled beaten bruised bloodied ,used money and antiques stolen etc. . I allowed myself to be used over and over why I don't know still don't I thought I loved him because we had a special bond . I was kidding myself and it hurts more than you know. I tried to end my life to get rid of the pain of abuise and failed years ago. Couldn't live with the pain of losing my family. . I'm so alone sitting in a house wasting away waiting to die someday someone will notice by my mail or my dog. What a shame I was a beautiful strong loving wife and mother grandmother to be left this way to die alone and broken because I was abuised I blame , my children for not protecting me,, the courts most of all I blame myself for loving a man and not loving myself more. I need help and I still do.

Between dates, 2020, I (female) was on a work trip by myself to another site in city, state for a job interview. I had taken advantage of the long weekend due to MLK day, so I could experience the new place and see if it was a fit for me. After my interview, I was feeling pretty good. At some point, I had ended up at what was called “bar” for some drinks. This has since changed its name. I had been over-served, and there was no security. After $92.63 worth of alcohol (no food), and someone giving me weed (which I don’t like), the room was spinning. I hardly even knew how to walk at this point. A stranger with a guitar, who I believe had a gig at the bar, walked me back to my hotel. On the way back, I had fallen backwards onto the sidewalk cement and hit my head. We entered the wrong hotel. After finding the right hotel, hotel, he entered into the room with me, took my clothes off, and raped me. I could not move. Somehow I had also fallen off the bed during the act. I woke up the next day with him next to me in the bed. I immediately thought he was going to harm me or kill me, so I was nice to him. We went to “café” for some coffee. He left his guitar in my hotel room so he could be allowed back in to get it. I’m honestly surprised I survived this, and it could have gotten worse. I don’t remember how I eventually got away, but I only had the hotel room for so long. This could have been an even worse tragedy. I don’t believe that single females like myself are safe to go anywhere. I don’t go out anymore, even with friends. I stay home. It’s the only bit of safety I have. If you work at a bar or hotel, please please please SPEAK UP if you see something that’s not right. You could save a life.

I was sexually assaulted at work in 2018. Then in 2020 it happened again but with stalking and threats. Every time I reported I was demonized and retaliated against. The second harassment and subsequent legal route I took resulted in me having a nervous breakdown and becoming agoraphobic and unable to drive my car reliably amongst many other "unables", not to mention damaging my relationship with my partner who has been with me every step of the way. This stress I was undergoing juxtaposed against my family's inability to support me (due to their own mental health problems/ dysfunctional nature and generational trauma that they had passed to me) brought up old childhood traumas that I was not ready to handle. This all is said to you while I am sitting on the toilet for the 10th time today, a side affects of the GERD and IBS that I was gifted with due to this toxic stress I am saddled with. To this day I am still struggling to become employed as well as struggling to reduce my self harm and suicidal thoughts that have increased since the start.

You think your age makes you less to blame, But I carry the weight, I bear the shame. You crossed the line — no excuse to hide, No softer words can wash this tide. I’m not the one who should feel small, You built this cage, you made me fall. No matter your years, no matter your face, You took from me my safe, my space. But here I stand, I claim my voice, I break the chains, I make the choice. I won’t be silent, I won’t back down, I wear my courage like a crown. So hear me now, and hear me clear, Your actions caused this pain and fear. Age won’t protect what you have done— I am the survivor, I have won.

I grew up thinking that my body was not my own. I experienced child sexual assault and rape all before the age of 14 and that shaped how I viewed my body and the world around me. It took years, almost a decade, before I would seek therapy and try to start my healing journey. I felt so disgusting in my own body and it made it hard for me to have romantic relationships. Therapy has really been helpful and sometimes I still feel that discomfort in my body but I am learning everyday that what happened to me is not my fault. I also have grown to learn that there are bad people out here and that there is nothing that I did to deserve what happened to me. Although my abuser is free to roam the world as if he didn't harm me and my rapist is free to live his life as if he didn't rape me -- I find peace in knowing that I am healing despite what they did to me.

I had a very traumatic sexual experience a few months ago. Ive been struggling with PTS and depression already prior To that event, for quite a few years. I dont have many friends, I have a hard time Connecting with People. I was drunk and met strange Men one night, as I accidentally tend to do when I am intoxicated. I thought alcahol might help me meet New People, it had worked for me In the past To help move on from a broken heart; ive been trying to move on from My ex from 10 years ago. Its not been easy. It got especially hard for me emotionally this past year and I picked up drinking More frequently. I wound up getting abused sexually and Hurt by this strange man I met when I wss drunk. He gave me drugs, and the drugs made me submissive. I wasnt myself. A few weeks after I started really falling apart. The event triggered a kind of psychosis and I started experiencing negative hallucinations and delusions. I quit drinking completely, I realised that alcahol leads me into very bad trouble. Ive been sober for three months now, ever since the trauma took place. I have been having To go To the hospital almost every Day. I experience very difficult hallucinations. He forces me To be with him In My hallucinations and sometimes I feel Like I dont know what To do anymore. He hurts me so much, but then manages To make me feel guilty like its My fault. I feel guilt. I feel fear. I have nightmares about it frequently. I feel very alone. He is in My mind with his friends In hallucinations, visual and auditory, making me feel Like its all My fault and its very uncomfortable. Sometimes, I see his eyes staring at me when I close My eyes. I am very distressed on a daily basis. Its very scary. I Talk To My doctor and psychologist daily. I go To work, everything In My life otherwise is great. I believe In forgiveness and compassion. I tell myself that the hallucinations are not real; but they can be very frustrating To cope with when your alone and struggle with Connecting with others. I tell myself that I shouldnt have been drinking, that I should not have let drunk Men into My apartment. Its been hard To know what To do. I feel so scared. I feel complete terror sometimes. This isnt the only problem that im struggling with. I feel Like I sometimes lose My sense of self, he stole My sense of security and safety. I trusted a stranger which was a big mistake; I feel so intruded and violated now. I feel Like my life was threatened again; I have a history of sexual, emotional and physical abuse. And its not easy To cope with all the time. I dont know whats happening To me. I Wonder sometimes was it My fault. I take My respomsibility In it, I shouldnt have been drinking and ive learned My lesson. I try and embrace everything with compassion because I feel so much guilt, and I dont even know why. Everything is very confusing. I can empathize with People Who make mistakes, but at the same time i cant believe that I have To deal with him being near me In hallucinations and feeling like im reliving the trauma. Its affected My health; im stressed out frequ ently, im throwing up and experiencing physical pain and dizziness and disorientation. I experience sudden moments of complete terror and fear of dying. There are moments that its easier To be and I feel normal and safe again, so thats been very comforting just knowing that the bad feeling is not going To Last. Im taking it as a learning lesson. I dont want To try and escape any situation or My True feelings anymore, by engaging In substance abuse or other destructive activities like meeting with strange drunk Men To '' try and move on''. Im trying To calm myself and think very rationally. I focus on a healthy life style and healthy techniques To embrace the problems at hand To really just recover and get through it. Im giving myself all the compassion and understanding a loved one would give; im trying To just calm, love, comfort and Hug myself. These hard emotions, delusions, physical reactions and experiences are just a part of recovering. I am still trusting and am grateful for the good nature of people; ive learned To establish and work on understanding My physical and emotional boundaries. Seeing a psychologist is helping; it definitely helps To get others opinions on it and support. Ive learned To be very cautious from this experience. Its very important To know Who you are emotionally and sexually involved with; In My opinion it takes a very long time To get To know someone. Im focusing on finding only one man and that he would be My life time partner. I understand im going through a hard time. I tell myself To stay strong and have faith In God and In love; God works In mysterious ways. You cant always be prepared for some obstacles, but you have To keep trying. Theres always Hope, and there are always solutions. Its good To focus on the solutions. I go jogging every Day and run until im completely exhausted and read and study different topics In books online; it helps To make me feel empowered. I do have some friends we just havent spoken In a while; I have sent them messages To just reassure myself that im not alone and it has helped and im grateful for that. The hallucinations are so overwhelming, they can make me feel so sad and terrorized, but I tell myself that im allowed To be happy, and that im going To be happy anyway. I deserve To feel loved, safe and happy. I Will get through this. Im grateful for the good things In life. There is always something good coming our way, its good To let go of the past and learn To live In and enjoy the moment. Focus on the positive things In life. The sun Will Come out again. Im just focusing on having patience with everything going on, and just trying My Best. I believe In healing. Its good To live, love and laugh and not take things all too seriously.

Growing up was completely different from my older brother and myself. He had a great friend that lived one block away and my brother has never known that his sister was molested by his friend for over 9 years. I normally relive my experience in my had consistently and have no emotional attachment due to how sick I feel about how I was a child. Every sleepover. Right after my brother went to bed. He’d come to my room. I’d pretend I was asleep. He abused my when he little brother was asleep in the same room as me. He abused me when my brother would run to the bathroom quickly. He abused me under a blanket in the back seat with my father driving. I asked him to stop so many times, he never listening. I tried telling friends, they never believed me. I am not attached to these emotions. I feel emptiness from my experience. 7 year old should not experience sexual abuse.

I never realised I had to be wary of women, because I never expected one could take advantage of me. I had lots to drink and simply thought I had made a new friend. I was so drunk that I just went along with everything she suggested, even though I kept saying I had no interest in women. I still doubt myself and blame myself. I thought I was safe and never in my life expected a woman would sexually assault me. I feel nobody understands.

*THIS IS MY FIRST TIME TELLING ANYONE MY STORY** I had just turned 13 and had my first crush, a boy 2 years older than me, we'll call Name cause well that's his name. His Cousin had invited me to a"house party" only when I showed up it was just me, him and his cousin. When I got there they were both waiting for me in the entry way, my first thought was wow they're excited to see me, cool. Then I felt someone grab me by the back of my head by my ponytail. Then my pullover jacket I had just got for Christmas was pulled over my head, and I felt a sharp cold knife against my throat. I was forced into a bedroom With only one of them Wich I couldn't see because my jacket was still over my head, but I could tell by the voice it was Name I remember hearing the clips on my farmer jeans being messed with, but he couldn't be bothered to figure it out so he pulled them down over my shoulders and eventually down to my feet. My coat had moved down a little so I could see his hand flat on the bed with the knife underneath it, mind you this was my first time having any kind of sexual experience at this point I had never even kissed a boy, all I could think of was if I grab this knife I can stab him and run but that would have been impossible considering my farmer jeans were still around my ankles and I was in so much pain and bleeding everywhere. I froze, I left my body, I let him do what he planned on doing from the start, I felt so stupid, so naive and so VIOLATED. I walked from this "house party" rape plan 7 blocks crying hysterically as blood dripped down my legs, Wich I didn't even notice, I was so young I didn't know what happened your"first time". I'm 40 now and I'm finally coming forward because it's been eating me alive for years. And PTSD is real. This scumbag not only took what I was saving for my future husband, he took my pride, my self esteem, my trust and my ability to open up sexually to the love of my life. If I didn't have my husband I'd probably be in a psych ward somewhere, I know I didn't deserve or ask for this, but it still affects me daily, I stay far away from where it happened, I'm always looking over my shoulder, I'm sick of living in fear since he was released from prison for other things..... He actually had the nerve to request me on Facebook! That's when the flash backs started.... I thought I had this tucked away, hidden deep down in the depths of my soul, never to be spoken about EVER. All I want to do is tell my husband, but I feel like I've been lying by omission, I want to tell him so bad, I just can't bring myself to tell him without breaking down completely or hurting him somehow.....I love him so much, he is my safe place.

First I want to say sth To 'the boy who doesnt know how to help his long distance girlfriend after her assault'. Then I'll tell you the short version of my story. I hope this message helps you and your girlfriend. I just wanted to assure you that you're not alone. Let her know that what happened was not her fault, that she has the right to say no and defend her self cause she's so strong. Remind her that she's strong, but she doesn't have to go through all this alone-youre there for her. Tell her to be kind to her self and never blame it. Tell her that you're going to be there while she heals. Sometimes just listening and believing her is the greatest support you can give. Just by wanting to support her you're already doing sth important. I understand her pain cause Ive been through it. "I was sexually abused by my uncle( my mom's little brother ) He was in his firt twenties and I was a fresh teenager. I couldnt say no cause I was too scared. I was so broken that I think I might have blocked some memories. I hate him so much. I completely collapsed when my mom didnt take any action after finding out. My heart, trust, and everything in me was and still is broken into million peices. I felt and am still feeling betrayed. First I was blaming myself cause I let him do it. I let him hurt me. Bit now I wish he gets to live the hell he made me live through." So Good luck🍀. And remember you're not alone.❤ I wish there were a way to respond to those who ask questions.

I don't even know how to start since my life has been a mess from the beginning. so I had been sexually assaulted by my so-called cousin when I was like 10. we lived in the same neighborhood plus we are family so he has lots of reasons to show up at our house at first his company was great since I had no one by my side things started to change when he tries to make weird physical contact and I didn't even understand the things he does to me he says it was just part of the game but all I remember now is that I was very uncomfortable and I couldn't tell my family about it because my mom and dad had a harsh divorce so we moved back to my grand parent's house and they were mad at the situation and if I add this situation they would blame my mom and make her feel bad about it so I didn't say a word and the thing continued for like 3 years but I had enough it was traumatizing for me so I yelled at him so bad one day and as usual he tried to threaten me and left and luckily his family moved to another place so he stopped coming to the house and I thought I would forget about all that and start over but it was impossible. I hated my life and myself. it really messed me up

The first time I saw my rapist I was attracted to him. He was so good-looking. I learned soon after that he was married, and I had recently become friends with his wife. I realized they were married about three days after I saw him. I do not pursue relationships with married men, so that is where my interest in him ended. He was constantly asking me inappropriate questions about how big my breasts were and asking to touch them whenever she wasn't in the same room as him. I refused to answer. In the early hours of Date, he made his move. This was the day my son turned 10. My son spent the night at their house. I was hanging out with them at their house late and the wife fell asleep. he started trying to get in to my shirt and I kept pushing him away. He still persisted and eventually was able to successfully get to my breast. He got up to get dish soap (I don't know what he planned on doing with it) and I left. I went home and hung out upstairs for a little bit before going downstairs to where my room was. When I walked in he stepped out and stood between me and the door. I don't know how many times I told him no and that I was not sleeping with him, but he just stood there and smiled at me as he hunted me like prey. he overpowered me and pushed me onto my bed. I tried to hold my pants up but he managed to remove them anyways. My thoughts were that he was stronger than me, I didnt want to get physically hurt and destroy my son's tenth birthday. I stared at the ceiling the whole time. I smelled his cigarette breath and felt his saliva on my breast. I acted like I wasnt there at all. When he was done he asked if it felt good, and I responsed yes. He said "good, now your mine and I can have you at any time I want". He left taking the condom with him. i curled into a ball and cried. I texted my best friend and said "I think I was just raped but I'm not going to report it". she responded with "I'm so sorry hun". I didn't want to hurt his wife or ruin his faminly so i choose to keep quiet. That night he came and had some of the ice cream and cake my son had. The look he gave me, that stupid smile...terrified me. I had a panic attack and went to my room to cry. My roommate joined me and I told her what happened, and that I wanted to call the cops. There were two cops, a man and woman. They accused me of making a false accusation to get revenge and made me feel so small. The female asked me "Did you enjoy it?' I believe in honestly, so I said "Did my body respond? yes, Did I enjoy it? NO". He went into hiding as my landlord told him I reported. The neighbors called me a slut and a liar, I moved to get away from the whole thing. In the end the cops dropped the case without even talking to him. I'm studying to be a lawyer and I hope to make changes so victims don't have to go through what I did. If you have read my whole story thank you, I know its long.

It happened when I was eight. I still question if it actually counted because I had a crush on him and we were the same age. The first time it happened, all of us had free time after our lesson to go talk with friends or play games. He brought me to a corner where many kids didn’t really go to, so it was just us. He told me that he wanted to do something new, and I was excited until he told me what he wanted. He was gonna put his hand somewhere, and I felt uncomfortable. I kept saying that I wasn’t sure if we should do this, but he kept insisting that it was fine until I said yes, which is another reason why I don’t know if it counts as actual SA. He did it, and I feel wrong with my body after. It wasn’t just one day. He did it again for days until he asked me to change my bus to his so that we could keep doing it. I felt uncomfortable, so I agreed but never changed my bus. I still think about it and whether or not it was just me being disturbed.

I used to go over to my step cousin's house when I was 7 to 10 years old since my dad was a cousin to her step dad. I specifically remember one day when I was around 9 years old my step cousin who is a year younger than me asked me if I wanted to play house with her. I said yes of course since I thought we were just going to play house like kids tend to. But then she said that she'll be the mom and I would be the dad. And I just remember her kissing me as she would pretend we were getting married. Afterwards she told me to touch her private area since that was what she saw her mom and step dad doing. I never told anyone that this happened to me since I feel a lot of guilt about it. Since my step cousin was a year younger than me at the time and I never really thought that it was weird at the time. But as I got older I realized that it wasn't normal for two kids to be doing that. I haven't told anyone that this happened to me since I feel a lot of shame and guilt for it. I still feel like it was my fault for letting it happen now I can barely live with myself because of how much shame I feel.