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I still don’t know if my abuse counts. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t. Or maybe that’s what I want to think. When I was 10, I was at my (at the time) best friend’s birthday party. I can’t remember much of the party itself, only that I had a white cardigan on. I remember the air smelled likes churros and popcorn. I can’t remember how I got to my friend’s bedroom. I only remember what happened there. The memory starts with me, standing in front of the bed. On the bed was Name, one of my friend’s older brothers. I remember staring at him for I don’t know how long. I think he was talking, but it was all static to me. I remember there was one those party lights things, the ones that project blue, red, and green lights onto the ceiling. Then I remember he starts jumping higher. And then he jumps at me, tackling me onto the ground. I was frozen in terror. And all I did was cry silently. But to this day, I still don’t know if it counts as rape. I was 10, but he was 13. He was only a kid too. Maybe he was also experiencing abuse, and he took it out on me. I also feel like it’s my fault for not doing anything, and not telling anyone. I could have screamed or something, but I just laid there, frozen and silent. I haven’t healed from this at all, probably because I haven’t really talked with anyone about it. I don’t know what to do.

In 2021 I was strangled, sexually assaulted, stalked, and sexually abused by a trauma informed, prominent individual. In 2019, 6 months before the pandemic, I moved across the country with my two kids and our pets to a place we’ve never been, and we didn’t know anyone from there. We had moved to escape poverty, stalking, and domestic violence. I enrolled my kids into extracurricular activities, and got to be friendly with some of the parents. Because of my professional background, some parents said I should meet one of the parents who was a big wig in the same field as I. They told me he was really nice and would be a good way to get a foot in the door. I tried to get to know him, but he seemed either too busy, or not interested, so I left it alone. He then started to aggressively pursue me during the pandemic while we were all in isolation…6 months after I moved there. I was lonely, scared, and poor. Suddenly, he started to flirt with me online, telling me what a breath of fresh air I was, telling me how amazing I was, offering to buy me and my kids groceries, and hinting at job opportunities. He was laying it on so thick that I started to see through it and I pulled back, and at one point unfriended him on Facebook. A couple months later I caught him walking passed my house while I was on a walk. I told him I lived there, and he told me that he already knew that. That night he sent me a friend request, and somehow I convinced myself that I was being too hard on him and that he deserved the benefit of the doubt, and honestly, I started to crave the attention, and the prospect of having a friend, especially a friend who seemed genuinely interested in helping me. He then became very hot and cold with me throughout 2020. He would lavish me with attention through text, dm, email, and social media, and then suddenly go radio silent. I would unfriend and block him, move on, and then he would either show up where I was, or get ahold of me through other channels. Finally, by 2021, after we were both vaccinated we made plans for me to go to his house, have margaritas, and sex. When we were in his kitchen making margaritas, he poured it a bunch of it down my throat (playfully and and at that point, with my consent. He put the thermos down, lunged at me, physically assaulting me, and then putting me in a chokehold. I thought I was going to die, and then I learned what people mean when they say that their life flashed before their eyes. I don’t know if the physical assault lasted seconds or minutes, but he abruptly stopped assaulting me, and then pinned me against the wall and started kissing me and telling me that “I light his fire.” By then, I was literally drunk, in shock, dazed, and confused. He then stopped kissing me and asked if I wanted to go upstairs, or watch tv. I said “go upstairs”. I was scared, and at that point, I didn’t know what he was going to do next, and I just wanted to get out of there safely, so I just went upstairs with him. When we got upstairs, he ripped out a handful of my hair. When we went back downstairs, he said, “I want to show you something that means a lot to me.” It was an award that he had received from a domestic violence coalition for his work on the reauthorization of the violence against women act. He then laughed and said, “but I like to choke and slap women, but it’s all consensual, right?” He also told me that he did this work so he didn’t feel like such a piece of shit. He took me home, and the next day, my daughter pointed out that I had bruises all over me, and a bite mark on my back. I think I was still in shock because, I didn’t really notice anything until she pointed it out, and even then, it didn’t fully register. He texted me a picture of him on vacation with a margarita. He said that it was the second best margarita that he had in his life. I told him that I didn’t think we should have contact anymore because I was afraid that he was going to hurt me. He then sent me money through PayPal with a note that said “thank you for being a friend.” I was in desperate need of money, so I decided to keep talking to him. I got really sick with an upper respiratory infection several days after the assault. He came back from vacation and brought me soup, and food for my kids from a Chinese Restaurant. He started being very kind again and telling me that he had feelings for me, and I began to doubt myself, and for some reason, I suddenly thought that I was in love with him. About a month later he picked me up and took me back to his house. All I know is I blacked out, and he woke me up in the morning and took me home. I don’t remember anything else from that night. That day, I texted him that I felt like a truck hit me, and that I felt like something bad happened to me and I didn’t know why. The month after that, he ghosted me. Then the month after that he came to my place and we started to have consensual sex, but it turned into another assault and he brutally sodomized me with my own toy. I went back to blocking and unblocking him, and I think I had a psychotic break or Stockholm Syndrome or something after the first assault. He sent me money a couple more times, and got me into a summer policy institute online with the prospect of helping me get a good job and opportunities to meet and network with people. We went back and forth over text, phone, email, and social media, but I never left my house besides going down to a neighborhood bar down the street. I was always in my room alone, and I became a recluse and started to become catatonic. I also had a terrible time trying to speak, it hurt to speak, like there was a fist in my throat. 6 months later, I became a client at a sexual assault help center. It was helping me a lot, and after awhile, I thought I was ready to look for work. I was blacklisted. People treated me weird at job interviews and said some weird out-of-pocket things, like dog whistles. I gave up, and just started delivering groceries. When I told my advocate in November that I was ready to file a police report against him (by then I had been a client for around 9 months). Suddenly I was getting a bunch of desirable job offers and interviews. I told my advocate that I changed my mind about reporting because I was afraid it would affect my career. I got a job as coordinator for an anti-trafficking program, but immediately my new colleagues were treating me weirdly and telling me stories of local clients and their cases which were almost identical to what happened to me, but the stories all ended up with them saying that nobody believed them, or that other people had stuff on the victims that would be humiliating to them. They would say a lot of other weird things that were like dog whistles. I began to feel unsafe and I told my advocate that I changed my mind again and I wanted to report him. A day later, my assailant’s new girlfriend/colleague (who is also very prominent and influential asked to have a meeting with me and my boss. I sensed that I was going to be ambushed, so in a panic, I disclosed the assaults to my new boss, and she assured me that this woman was very professional and private and she would not do that. When I went to the meeting room, his girlfriend told me that she would be recording the conversation. She implied to my boss that I was stalking and harassing her and that she has warned the community about me. I had never met, or attempted to contact this woman in any way, and I had no feelings towards her that were either positive or negative. When my boss asked her for context, the woman said that she could not say because there was an ongoing investigation on me, and that my boss would find out more as time went by. She said that she received a call in November (when I first told my advocate that I wanted to report) and was told that I was a threat to her safety and well-being, and that was all she could say for now. I then suspected that someone at the sexual assault help center had tipped them off that I was going to the police…both times. I found out that many of my colleagues including my boss were friends with her, and some of them informed me that she was texting people to get information on me, like if I had a Facebook profile, my agenda for the day, who I was meeting with, where I was going, etc. I began to feel so unsafe that I resigned less than 2 months after I started working there. However, I also forwarded a bunch of emails from my work that included these details about the harassment. My former boss sent me an email accusing me of “hacking into their computer system and impersonating an employee of the organization and that she would have me prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. I ignored her email. I ended my relationship with my therapist and advocate from the sexual assault help center, and asked if they had been leaking information about me. Both my therapist and advocate denied breaching my confidentiality. The Executive Director also denied it. I went back into isolation for two more years, and got a new therapist. When I was ready to go back to work in 2025, I found that I had been totally blacklisted, and that this woman had gone all over the community telling people that I was stalking her, and that she had a restraining order against me. Neither of which were true. I began to publicly speak out about everything to try to defend myself. In the spring of 2025 I was sent a cease and desist letter from an attorney friend of theirs. I still kept speaking out to anyone in the community who would listen. In March of 2026, I was served with a n emergency personal safety order against stalking and harassment that she had gotten with the help of the sexual assault help center. I never did attempt to contact her even after all the things she had done. In her affidavit she claims that in November of 2023, the executive director of the sexual assault help center called her with a so-called duty to warn and said that I had made a threat against the woman, which was completely untrue. I was supposed to have a hearing within 10 days, and I was relieved that I could go into the courtroom and share my side of the story. I found out that she had a friendly relationship with the magistrate who granted her order in the middle of the night. The case was handed over to another magistrate who was also connected with them. I have never had a hearing. The 10 day order is still in effect and her attorney has filed 7 continuances over the past 5 or 6 months, and they have all been granted. I have never been in trouble with the law, there are no police reports filed against me, there was never an investigation about me, I have never had an altercation with this woman, unless you count when she came into my work, but even then I remained composed and professional. I have never threatened her. The betrayal by the sexual assault help center made me feel like I was being assaulted all over again. This woman has been stalking and harassing me for 3 years. I attempted to take my life 2 years ago, and she obtained that information about me and told everyone, I received anonymous mail about my new husband, and in her affidavit she describes how she has had people take pictures of me, that she has people looking at my social media and reporting back to her, people have pretended to want to become my friend only to find out they are friends with her, that she has talked to law enforcement about me, her friend in the prosecutor’s office, “her lawyer friend who sent me the cease and desist and said there was investigation about me in the cease and desist now works for the prosecutor’s office as an assistant prosecutor, she has had people message me and tell me that a detective wants to talk to me, etc. etc. This has been so painful to be treated like a criminal, being smeared and disbelieved, and betrayed by the very people who claim to believe survivors and are a resource to victims. I feel like trash. I feel like I don’t matter. I’m scared to leave my house without my husband, I dare not confide in anyone for fear that they are a plant. I feel totally silenced, isolated, and unsafe. I need a survivor support group online that I can attend so that I can maybe heal. Everything I say and do seems to get back to her. I’ve developed so many health problems over the last few years, and I can never sleep, concentrate, and I can barely function at times. I feel like I have lost myself, like I am a shell of who I once was. I tried to move on and heal, but they just won’t allow that to happen. I feel like someone who is on house arrest. There are so many more instances of the stalking and harassment that I have endured, but it is just too much to write. I just want to be believed. I want to be heard. I want to be validated. I want to be supported and advocated for, but aside from my husband and kids, I am all alone. I have support from my friends back home across the country, but it doesn’t feel like enough for me, even though I am grateful. I just want my life back.

He planted spyware on my phone and computer that gave him full access to my life - calls, texts, contacts, photos, browsing activities, location. He couldn’t stand not having power over me and my life when I broke up with him. As if he thought I was an object he owned by doing kind things that he gradually bought and paid for. The kindness was never real, it was just him justifying his eventual perceived ownership of me. He used to tell me his favorite person is Robert Greene. I would later learn he is the author of 48 Laws of Power, a book about obtaining total power over people by manipulating them. When I saw how he became a completely different person around his friends it was honestly terrifying. As if the person I had spent 3 months getting to know was never actually the real person. It was scary. After dumping him he went scorched earth: sabotaging my job search, harassing me and my family after a sibling died, sabotaging my education, and eventually sabotaging my career. Literally 6 years later and he has still went through my new phone after getting another one, having no social media and no life to get away from him. This weekend I went on a day trip 3 hours away from where he lives with someone new I was seeing. Sure enough I see him driving up there on our way back. Apparently he did the same to the partner he had before me he claimed he “found” with someone else (he was actually stalking her). He can’t handle the thought of being unable to control me to compensate for his complete lack of control he has over himself. Below are my personal thoughts on the past 6 years of being tortured by this person (from me to him, since he has hacked multiple of my phones he is likely reading this anyway): I am sorry that when my family member died you thought it was more important to have attention from me and supply instead of letting me heal. To the point you destroyed my computer with spyware, lied about our breakup, and ran a smear campaign against me. I am sorry I went to a better university than you (even though you harassed me and sabotaged my education the whole time I was there to the point I had to get an attorney). I am sorry I got into a real CS program and you didn’t so you had to minor in IT and major in something else. Or worse that you were so bothered by it you couldn’t handle me being able to independently pursue my education in it without you harassing me the entire time. I am sorry your mom left when you were younger and instead of seeking therapy you take your anger out on me, sabotaging my healing and success. Apparently childhood abandonment is the catalyst for narcissistic personality disorder. I am sorry you blame your drug and alcohol addictions on me instead of seeking treatment and going to rehab. I am sorry you were fired for incompetence at your first real programming job so you think its acceptable to be jealous of my tech career and sabotage it. I am sorry the only way you are able to feel anything is by trying to control people and have power over them. To the point you are willing to crush the good in life just to mean something, anything, to anyone. What will you do when you can’t access my life anymore? What will you do when I leave and you can’t find me again? Will you turn back to hurting people, destroying everything around you and drinking or finally wake up and get it? No one thinks you are a sophisticated hacker, a genius, an intellectual, or that you have any substance. Underneath it all you are an angry man who can’t get over the fact that multiple women including your own mother left you. It will keep happening and you will never be satisfied until you change. You are in your 40s so this is what the rest of your life will be like until you wake up. You want power? Stop thinking about how everyone around you owes you this or that and what will benefit you. You will never be full and you will continue draining people your whole life. Move on, go to rehab, and think about the people you hurt while you are there so you don’t do it anymore.

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 made a vow to myself that i would prove my mother wrong—that i am none of the things she said, and that one day i would become a successful person and let her know that i made it despite her. i refused to give any of the people who did me harm any power over me. being defeated, miserable, or staying in a state of depression would be allowing them to win. i could not give them a reason to think they had an effect on me. i wanted to be the best version of myself and to empower other people when the time presented itself. i now have my power back. i am no longer ashamed of what happened to me. i am now comfortable in my own body. this body has been through a lot, but now i look at it as armor. i may have been wounded. i may have some scars, but they are only reminders of what i survived. i still have my soul, and my mind is intact. when i look at myself in the mirror all i can do is smile and admire who i am, and how far i've come. i won. i won because i did not allow those people to rob my soul. i did not let them steal my chance at love, or of being the best person i can. instead i became a healer, a warrior, a lover, a leader, and a proud mother. i am who i am because god loved me, and i learned how to love myself. and when everyone thought i was defeated… i rose up. survivor

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.

My name is Name I am a lifelonglocation 1and relocated to location 2 3 years ago. I never thought in my most horrific Nightmares that I would have a devastating story like this to tell. But now I do and this is my location 2 life. Welcome to location 2. The land of delusion. I have been trying to file a lawsuit for the following abuse and mental/psychological cruelty that has happened to me since relocating to this God forsaken state: -False Imprisonment -Medical Malpractice/Medical Negligence -Defamation of Character -Falsafying Records I have been trying to file these claims against Mental Institution Name in location 2. I have been working with Name 2 of Organization Name since last year regarding ordering a site inspection against this facility due to all the violations they committed that have gone unnoticed and undocumented from the inspection done by Agency Name Please see below for an outline of what has occurred: ========================== Date: Followed up on my rape kit done at the Rape Crisis Center Name a few weeks prior with the policewoman assigned to my case, Name 3. I went to the precinct to speak to her because I missed her call and they told me she was going to come to me later that day. Name 3 of the Name of Department came to my apartment later that day with 2 other policemen/women, bullied and forced me out of my home, Name 4 Acted me and sent me to Psych Ward Name via ambulance and restraints. I was told by all 3 police that Hospital Namewas going to examine me and look into why my stomach was so enlarged. I was kept at Psych Ward Name all night. No one examined me nor did the ask about my stomach issues or my vaginal soreness from being REPEATEDLY raped. I was then taken by ambulance in the middle of the night to Mental Institution Name 2. All of this was STRONGLY AGAINST MY WILL. Date 2: 1st day at Mental Institution Name 2: --Violently ill and throwing up nonstop from the medication, which they stated they had no record of the next day in their charts, I was then given a shot in the buttocks because I refused the medication that made me ill and then reacted terribly from the shot, jumping out of my skin for a straight 24 hours. --Complained of my vaginal soreness throughout my 2 week stay due to being repeatedly raped and no medicine was given to me for this, I was completely ignored. --Was unable to shower for days due to lack of towels --Badgered/Harrassed by another drunk patient who threw her dirty diaper in my room in the middle of the night and frightened me. When I complained to staff about this nothing was done. ---Changed my medication the first time with a new medication which caused my tongue to swell up, was unable to talk the entire day/evening. --Psychiatrist who was assigned to me decided to change my medication again throughout my 2 week stay which made me more anxious, feeling like I was going to have panic attacks. She then decided to give me an injection to treat skyzophrenia in my left arm. I am NOT SKYZOPHRENIC. My left arm blew up and was very achy. She wanted to keep me for an additional 4 days after that to give me the second injection so I then petitioned the court to be discharged with the help of the public defender, Public Defender. Public Defender never mentioned anything about the mandatory 72 hour hold for LegalActs, as I was already kept against my will for nearly 2 weeks before reaching out to him for assistance. I Learned that on the police report Name 3 stated false 911 calls. THIS IS A BLATANT LIE and the report was falsified. I followed up on a rape kit and responded to Name 3's call ONLY WHEN SHE CALLED ME. Date 3 Discharged from Mental Institution Name 2 I was traumatized for a week after being discharged. I was unable to drive or leave my house due to constant panic attacks. To this day I still baracade my front door with 3 dining room chairs due to lack of protection from the police, as my rapist is still at large. In addition to this, I was told the police threw out my Rape Case due to insufficient information. REGARDING THE INSPECTION FROM Agency Name: It was 7 months from point of complaint sent to the field office for them to inspect. We are no longer in COVID so this does not make sense why it took so long. I was held for 10 days with no hearing and no sign of voluntary admission. There is no evidence in the medical records that a petition was even requested per law. This is CLEARLY false imprisonment! I have been continually suffering from PTSD, Nightmares & Panic Attacks since this horrific incident has occurred. I am seeing a Psychiatrist and have been prescribed 3 psychotropic drugs to help assist in my suffering. I have already called 20Location 2 ATTORNEYS & 10 Location 1ATTORNEYS since last year to try and seek justice however no one is willing to take on my case. I have been walking around for nearly 3 years carrying all this pain of sexual and emotional trauma and there are days that destroy my peace so much that I get physically ill. I have several health issues that have developed since relocating to Location 2 and Doctors that are unable to cure me. I am grateful for the few people I have in my life who offer support and so happy yo have this platform to assist in my healing. Thank you for listening. ❤️

There is something to be said about coercive convincing. Sometimes people can make an outwardly uncomfortable situation very appealing or just generally ok. It’s easier to fall trap to that when you know the person, think you know the person, have heard good things about the person from others you know, or you allow your curiosity to take over your instincts. You must learn to trust your gut. Don’t silence it. Be ok with their discomfort. You, your health, mentally and physically, are more important.

I was first raped when I was 14 years old, by a classmate. I didn’t know it was rape for almost 10 years. I was raped again when I was 20 years old, by a friend in my dorm on campus. I’m now 28 years old and work as an educator, counselor and advocate for interpersonal violence prevention. I have been searching for a place to share my story without having to share my identity (thank you endlessly EROC/It’s On Us for this space). I have so much to share but even more so I hope whoever is reading this knows they’re not alone.

I was six years old and I was friends with this girl who was also six. She was over at my house and we were sitting on the bed. I remember her asking me to play family and that I was the dad and she was the mom. She told me that I had to take all my clothes off because i was the 'dad' and she undressed from below the waist. After I did she just pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I just remember that she was sort of rubbing against me and I was so uncomfortable and I just wanted her to stop, but I was scared that we wouldn't be friends anymore if I did, so I just laid there and waited for it to be over. That is probably my oldest memory.

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

I was a victim of child sexual abuse when I was 7 years old and my cousin's stepbrother was 9 or 10. He abused me for two years. I told my mother what happened, and his parents punished him. Most of my family didn't believe me. In a conversation with my mother, she told me I had probably made up the whole abuse and that I was a liar, and I cried a lot that day. My grandmother is proud of him because he's a doctor in Germany and has a good life, while I'm trapped. I can't stand being touched and I can't get over it, even though I've been to therapy. Yesterday I saw his Instagram and felt bad because he moved on and I didn't. He told me it was a secret and I trusted him (the three of us were alone because my uncle and his wife -who is the mother of my abuser- are doctors so they were always in the hospital). They would leave the food ready for us and he (A) would put it in the microwave. A pulled my pants down a little or lift my skirt (if i was wearing one). When A was on top of me he was kissing me- it was overwhelming and i couldn't focus on anything else but his breath and voice, he was grabbing his crotch, but I didn't understand what he was doing. We were playing normal with his little sister and then A exclude her from the game to be alone with me so A put her in front of the television so she wouldn't focus on us and was distracted. Then A guided me to the room, he close the door to the room he shared with his sister (my cousin's bed was near the door and his wasn't), so he would make me lie down on the floor next to his bed so no one could see us. At first, I would get on top of him, but then he said I was too heavy to be in that position (I guess it wasn't comfortable for him to abuse me). That led to an eating disorder that I still have; I even developed anemia last year. I remember once I ran to the bathroom because something didn't feel right, but he started banging on the door but then I realized there was nothing I could do, I mean where would I go? My uncles locked us out. I remember once, A didn't close the door properly because his sister came in, and he straightened his clothes and pushed me under his bed, but his sister saw me and asked me what I was doing there, and I stayed there for a long time. And her sister got under the bed to keep me company; she was saying something to me, but I couldn't hear her, or maybe I wasn't paying attention. I think I'm broken, because his kisses and his voice in my ear were too much, and I never noticed if he ejaculated or if something else happened that I overlooked or never noticed because I never went to a doctor, my mom never reported him. And we couldn't count on my dad because he abandoned us and went off with the neighbor and treated her daughter as his own while the abuse was happening. That's why I lived in their house during that time; that's why the abuse continued because I was in the provinces and my mother traveled to the capital because of a false accusation my father made against her. A year later, my mother's half-brother baptized me with my abuser's mother, and I never said anything. I just smiled in the photos as if nothing was wrong while I hugged A. Now I´m 22 and I still feel sick and dirty.

To my fellow survivor, I am a 9 year survivor of sexual assault. I am proud to be sharing my story, and hoping my words can provide comfort and courage. Something that was very important to me was reporting my rapist. Fear takes over our body, and we feel numb. I wanted to cocoon myself in a blanket and stay there forever. The thought of contacting law enforcement was terrifying. Taking that scary step can make you feel empowered. I wanted my voice, my story, and my emotions to be heard. There is a quote “speak the truth, even if your voice shakes.” This quote carried me through one of the most difficult times in my life. When we speak our truth, we are no longer carrying this alone. You are being heard and taking back the power. Share your story, heal with love and care, and most of all surviving is the bravest of all. “I now see how owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.” Brené Brown

To all of those who have expienced sexual assualt, rape, trauma.' This is for us. I hope you enjoy reading this as I did writing it . You are not alone for all phonexs must rise from the ashes in order to sore,. Never let anyone or anything dim your flame. My name is Survivor, Im 25 years old to the day and this is my story,. When a child is tossed into the unexpected chaos of the world it can either go one of or two ways ,. That child rises above all the rest or feels nothing at all. as for me,. sadly the universe decided in order for me to heal I myself had to be the one to break the curses that went on for far to long. Healing hurts and sometimes it takes losing everything. Family, Trust , self worth, justice and hope. in order to gain Peace, closure, cessitation and finally acceptance, I chose to be the voice for those who have not yet shared but have so much to say, yet suffer in a silence it is almost deafaning. This is how I take MY voice back I am sick and tired of feeling victimized. Its depressing I hate waking up every single day wondering whats going to trigger me, and im sure im not the only one who feels this way. Relationships well.. HARD.. Going out in public ..HARD and dont get me started when it comes to social invites . Like dont get me wrong I am not crazy about aunt lou's kentucky fried chicken nights but the fact that i sweat the moment I know its a day away and i can feel my pulse racing isnt cool. Its my life so why do we let our affender still control so much of it ? Exactly. Its our turn. We don’t. I sincecerly hope this simple story of my life helps someone take theirs back to because we have suffered to much to go fourth feeling the lable of " victim" I want all of those who have suffered to turn that word into victory, . Thankyou for those who have read. Remember that you are NOT your trauma -Survivor.

So I am currently in a gap year and it has given me a lot of time to think about my future but also my past. I was 9 when it happen, I remember quite a bit and it has been jarring to look at that memory 10 years later. My cousin she was 12 at the time. I was visiting like I normally did at the time but this visit was different as we were left alone in the house for a better part of the day. We were going to take a bath together like we would normally do but then she said she had something to show me while the water was running. She went into her parents room and came back with a magazine, it was a porn magazine. She closed the toilet seat and said that she wanted me to do what some of the men and women in the magazine were doing to her. We kissed, touched each other, and rubbed our genitals together. We then went on to bath and she didn't really say anything after we were done and I didn't really know how to feel because she was all smiles and happy and I was out of it and I think I have been out of it for most of my life because I have never told anybody what happened. It honestly feels like an out of body experience thinking back on it because it was basically buried in my subconscious and It has affected a lot of my life. I don't know if she remembers but I do, and she's meant to come over for Christmas and I don't know what to do because I basically cut off all communication once I remembered what happened. And we are meant to be super close but I don't know how I am meant to interact with her.

I just recently read an NDA that Organization put my brother under. It is horrible and so long, thorough, specific…very much intended to be intimidating and silencing! Thanks to Trey’s Law, I now know what my brother signed and it’s atrocious that Organization the “ministry” specifically demanded and wanted the NDA (not other involved parties/defendants). It’s also obscene that his lawyer let him sign this. The system is broken. Victims don’t deserve this after everything else they’ve been through!

I was a senior in high school, he was a junior in college. He came over one night and we smoked pot together. When we went back to my room he tried to take my clothes off but I told him I wasn’t ready to do anything. He told me since he drove an hour from school to come see me I owed him sex. He continued to pull on my clothes but I was too high to fight back and eventually I passed out. I remember waking up to him being on top of me. I passed out again and when I woke back up I didn’t have pants on.

No one should go through what I went through at the hands of my abuser. I found myself in a difficult situation after getting married to my ex-husband, who was and still is the title of one of the Magistrates Courts of that Country. I had a battered and traumatic experience all the 9 years of our marriage (experiences like having seven stitches done on my torn neck, being battered on a weekly basis with men’s leather belt and a big wooden cane made from tree he kept in his private room just for me; often times asked to go on my knees as an act of discipline or preparation to get beaten, internal bleeding, skin bruising, bleeding from my ears, noses, mouth; blows and punches to my face that spills blood from cuts) but because I loved him, his reputation, against the advice of many. I suffered in silence and lived in fear due to the threat to my life. The police failed me as they called him their boss. Escape! Say No More!!!

It ended with me. I remember the day my mother slammed my head into the floor until I bled, I was 9. I remember her nails digging so deep into my arm that I hid the cuts and bruises they left, I was 12. I remember my dad protecting me as soon as he understood, I was 14. I remember it because I live it every day, even though it hasn’t happened in 6 years. A survivor is a survivor for the rest of their life, no one gets to take their strength away from them anymore. They know how much it’s worth.

After it was all said and done. I found myself asking, why not? For I had/have already been molested as a child, sexually harassed on the job and later a kissed took place due to me feeling stuck; so why not one more thing with being sexually assaulted. Thing is it isn’t okay. It isn’t your fault and you did nothing wrong. My hope is when confusion arises that clarity settles and when self doubt surrounds that assurance comforts you. Please know you’re loved, you’re important, you’re valued, you’re victorious, you’re more than a conqueror and you’re so worth it! Let’s see, healing to me is forgiving the one(s) who harmed you, forgiving those who shamed you, blamed you and didn’t believe you and yes forgiving you. The Best is Still and Yet to Come! I love you and please know , I am here too.