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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.

I’m a 27 year old female now but when I was about the age of 6-7 my sister would kiss me on the lips. I vividly remember laying down on my bathroom floor (which she told me to do) and would just tell me to relax. She is 4 years older than me. I also remember one time I really wanted to kiss her and she said yes. I think it was a game to me at that point. She had left for a moment and I got naked. I remember she came back and said to put my clothes on because our dad was going to take us out to eat. Those are the only moments I remember but my mind might be pushing down other similar moments I had with her. I’m struggling now to have a relationship with her. She has never talked about it, but I feel like she remembers. It’s so hard to speak to her without getting annoyed or frustrated. She is annoying to me and never communicates well, she tends to always ask a question when asked a question. She’s never wrong and is hard headed. At this point I feel like I need to speak to her about this and distance myself to heal. I don’t even know what I want but I just don’t want to feel this way.

At the age of twenty-six I was raped by a stranger. It took me many years to name what had happened to me as rape. Although, distressed when it happened, I blocked it from my mind for a number of years before going to a therapist for support. I decided to attend therapy as I was struggling with a deep depression. I didn't attend a Rape Crisis Centre. It took me a number of years before I disclosed to my then therapist that I had been raped. I had buried what took place deep within myself and I had never disclosed to anyone what happened that night. The person who raped me was a friend of some friends of mine. I was away for the weekend and thankfully, I never saw him again. While my healing journey has been long. It has been deeply supportive and has allowed me to heal from many different issues within my childhood and to heal from sexual violence. I no longer carry guilt or shame for what took place that night and would encourage any man or woman who is a survivor or sexual violence to go to a therapist who specialises in sexual violence and allow an experienced professional to support you on your healing journey. I have no regrets and am grateful to a number of wonderful women who have supported me to heal from a deeply traumatic experience. Healing can and does happen. Don't give up on you, as I have never given up on me. I have learned that I like so many survivors of abuse am a very resilient woman. I live life today, from a very grounded place and although, I remember what happened to me in the rape I have emotionally healed from the hurt and the pain of that traumatic experience.

Stuck in the bathroom. It is possible to be loved. When I spent ages telling my Mum and Dad that it would be ok to travel to city for a gig , I thought I was grown up and street wise. In reality I was a naive young man - my parents reluctantly agreed as long as we stayed with my friends uncle - this would mean we wouldn’t have to travel back late . The gig was fantastic - we got back to his flat the others went to bed. I stayed up chatting with name - after about half an hour he started asking me if I was a virgin and showing me pornographic magazines . I tried to get away and go to bed - he then attacked me and raped me . I locked myself in the bathroom and waited but he was still agitated - he wanted me to sleep in his bed - I had no idea that a man could do what he did to another male. Two weeks later I went back to stay again after a football match - this time I tried to persuade my parents that I shouldn’t go - but they didn’t want the ticket to go to waste - he attacked and raped me again - I eventually managed to lock myself in the bathroom . I mentally stayed in that bathroom for the next 40 years - never telling - never asking for support - 3 failed marriages - problems with drink - difficulties being a good parent. The first person I told after 40 years was my ex-wife - her response was “I can’t love you - you have violated me by keeping this a secret” - this was crushing and led to a decline to a very dark place. Now with the support of my children, my new partner , a fantastic psychiatrist and a therapist from support organisation - I feel better and believe I can be loved. It is never too late to start to heal .

I grew up homeless and in foster care in two separate states and was trafficked for many years: I want to impress upon people that true equity begins with giving people the resources and space to share their lived experience. Redistributing power to the Survivors allows them to influence better evidence based practice forward, lets them know they are not alone, gives them places to heal, and the opportunity to take something negative and oftentimes, horrific: and shine a light on a new path for children who are currently struggling with their own victimization. Survivors have the expertise to provide solutions that work in real time to protect children.

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

I went through this kind of thing twice in my lifetime. Once as a child and once as an adult too. I know I'm not alone. There are many who have had this twice sometimes more in a lifetime mine the first one happened when I was 6 to 8 years old. The second one I was much older in my late thirties. Having been through it twice in a lifetime takes allot out of you but somehow you persevere even if you don't think you can. My adult one happened in my last foster home.Tt happened over 4 years I was trying to keep the peace in my home. And he took advantage. I want everyone to know I'm ok now I live in a better place now. Just sometimes it overshadows me. And I know it's not my fault. Thanks for listening.

My story is very weird because my abuser was my own sister i was about 5 0r 6 when this was happening i only remember parts/vivd memories but i know this had to have gone on for a while because she would sometimes do things with the door open all 2 of my other sisters knew at that time she was 12/13 she tell me to go in her closet to take my clothes off and come out she would then get on top of me we would play a game like cops and robbers and she would ve the cop and id be the robber she would say things moan and i would sit there speechless after i would pretend nothing happened and go about my day one time she put toothpaste on her vagina and made me lick it off my sister oldest one knew and she asked me if i can do it to her to i said no i dont remember what happened after that i never really realized it was wrong until i started to watch shows and stuff but then i felt maybe i was imagining it but i wasnt i kept thinking about it and would cry i remeberd what the closet looked like how normal it felt and thats what disgusts me i never cried because i was so young and didnt realize ik you may think maybe it was house but no she made up a game thats how you know she knew what she was doing was wrong she disguised it so i wouldnt tell after i became hypersexual yes at 6/7 i would take pictures on my leap frog tablet of my butt i would do things with this girl i lived near (ps when we moved it stopped)but when i would go to my friend m house we wouldd ✂️ and it didnt feel wrong i know she approached me and i didn't feel bad or weird so i said yea ik another girl named t taught her t was also sexual for her age she was like 8 but me and my friend m only did it once and a year or 2 later when i started watching crime shows remembering it i tried to asked about it out of curiosity and she denied so i left it alone. I have a toxic mother so i will most likely never tell her me and my sister talk/communicate like nothing never happened she just had a baby but now when i see my sister i don't feel angry thats what makee me feel nasty like did i like it? I didnt but its hard to remember i think simce it happened so long ago i just dont feel for it but one day i will tell my story thank you for listening.

I survived. I got out. You can too. Insidious and devious are the words I think of when I've wondered how I got trapped. My ex-spouse was so charming, everybody thought he was a great person and I did too. So much so that I decided to ignore the fact he raped me and chalked it up to us drinking. Then gradually as we dated and then married he tried to spin a web of control around me by being angry and violent when I would spend time with friends or go to the gym or go to the library to study. Telling me I was not allowed to go to the gym because there were men there. Being told I couldn't go to work events. Calling my work when I was working late and accusing me of having affairs, then being verbally and physically abusive. He was so successful at manipulating others even my dad, initially, didn't believe me when I told him about the monster and the horrible things I had endured. I finally told my dad what had been going on when he threatened to kill me and chased me with a baseball bat. I was able to get in my car and get away and called my dad crying and screaming. He thought I had lost my mind. Some of my friends also thought I had lost it, and told me oh he is so nice and scoffed when I said I was filing for divorce and a protective order. After the first two calls to the sheriff they believed me and were so kind, frequently driving by my house and making sure I was safe. There is power in being believed. There is strength in knowing that others have made it out both alive and eventually became whole. I still experience occasional flashbacks and certain situations will trigger my anxiety, but I am able to trust people again and no longer fear "being in trouble" if I spend time with friends. Even more, I have allowed myself to become emotionally vulnerable with other people again after all these years. That was a huge leap for me. And I genuinely feel like a good person again.

I am Name years old single mom of two beautiful kids ages 10 and 12 years old. I was once a victim of abusement, harassment, assault, defamation, and rudeness of other people when I am just a simple, kind and silent person. Until now, they still look down on me and I don't know what have I done why they hate, angry and so rude to me. They are treating me like I am not an educated person when I am and they keep on look down on me because we are just simple and in a middle class person or family. And they think that they think better than me and I don't have any complain of it but they keep trying to argue with me that I am a better dumb person to them. And it's kind of abusing to think of that way that they think like that to me and that's insult me of my human being. I don't know what to do right now on how to express of this. My family I dont know if they doesn't know about this or they know about this or just hiding from me that they know everything but they really dont agree with me all the time or don't believe in me. What help should I seek for this matter of existence!?

I was age out in a club and my boss and his friends were there at a stag, he introduced me to his friend who was hot so initially I was delighted. Had one drink with him and next thing I wake up in a hotel room, naked in a bed with him, the double bed was covered in my vomit, my first reaction was I just got too drunk and was consensual, he was horrible told me to go clean myself up and he would drive me home, he laughed at me when I asked did I need the morning after pill, I knew I did? I had only had sex with one other person, I’d bruises all over me and was sore. I knew something was wrong, he drove me home in his BMW acting like he had done nothing wrong. I got home, showered, knew 100% then I’d been date raped. Didn’t want to worry my mum so my best friend brought me to my doc and he refused morning after cause he thought it was abortion so we had to drive hours to get it. Also had to get std tests. I’ll never forget the smirk I got from my boss when I went back to work. The shame, guilt, embarrassment I put on myself over it, I drank too much, got in abusive relationship, and had about 10 years of feeling so negative about myself. Counselling, talking to friends and now meds have helped. I’m now embedding consent into my own kids and letting them know the dangers out there. It’s happening too often and it needs to stop. I wish I had of reported him, wish I knew then that it wasn’t my fault, that it was him being pathetic, sad excuse of a man. Fuck him and fuck all of the others that think it’s ok to rape. Hope you all rot in hell. And sending massive love to the women who have the courage to stand up to them, you are amazing xxx

For over four decades, a heavy secret festered within me. As a male survivor of childhood sexual abuse by a family member, the shame is felt isolated and suffocating. The silence I held onto became a prison, but a voice now compels me to break free. A voice now compels me to break free, whispering, 'It's time to write this. Shattering this silence is a giant leap toward reclaiming my power and self-worth. It's like stepping out of a suffocating darkness and into the sunlight of self-belief and resilience. This journey, however, wouldn't be possible without the unwavering support of organization, organization 2, my incredible friends, and the organization 3. This journey demands immense courage – facing the pain, healing the wounds, and rewriting my story. Every step is a victory, a defiance against the shadows of the past. Breaking free opens the door to a future free from the burden of abuse, a future where I can build healthy connections and cultivate self-love. The healing journey might be challenging, but it's a powerful reminder of the human spirit's incredible ability to heal and transform. Though scars may remain, they do not define me. I am a survivor, and my story is one of courage and resilience. Forgiveness is a personal journey, and while I may choose to forgive, it does not erase what happened. The world may seem different now, but within me lies an incredible wellspring of resilience. My story is far from over. I will embrace the journey of healing, and know that with time, the light of self-love will shine ever brighter. I am worthy of a future filled with healthy connections, fulfilling experiences, and endless possibilities. With each step, I break free. The scars remain, a testament to my journey, but the light within me shines brighter than ever. The future is mine to write.

Overcoming Adversity: My Journey as a Teenage Mother and Survivor At just 16 years old, I found myself navigating the challenging and often treacherous waters of teenage motherhood. My life took a drastic turn when I married my ex-husband, a decision that quickly spiraled into a nightmare. What started as an optimistic journey quickly turned into a painful experience filled with jealousy, control, and abuse. The first instance of violence came unexpectedly. After a seemingly innocent moment where I glanced at his brother, my ex-husband responded with a violent punch to my eye. In that moment, fear gripped me, and I complied when he insisted I lie to my mother, claiming that the cabinet door had accidentally hit me. This moment of submission set a dangerous precedent, and the abuse only escalated from there. As time went on, I became trapped in a controlling environment. My ex-husband would lock me and my two toddler daughters inside our home while he went to work, taking the phone with him and rigging the mini blinds to prevent me from looking outside. His jealousy was suffocating, forcing me to drop out of school and restricting my freedom to the point where I could only look straight ahead while driving. The isolation was overwhelming, and I became a prisoner in my own life. The situation escalated when he physically attacked me in front of our daughters. In a moment of desperation, I ran upstairs, and he followed me. He pushed me down the stairs, and as I lay on the floor in pain, he began to kick me with steel-toed boots. That was the last straw. I could no longer tolerate the constant abuse and the fear of being locked away with no food for myself or my children. With my mother’s help, I made the brave decision to leave him while he was at work. She rented a truck, but the relief was short-lived. Moving in with my mother was not an option as her live-in boyfriend was a stranger to me, and I quickly felt uneasy in that environment. I found myself moving in with Name, the son of my mother’s boyfriend, believing he would be my Savior. Unfortunately, he turned out to be even worse than my ex-husband. Name was a pedophile, an abuser, and an addict. His daily assaults became a grim reality. He stole my belongings, including my cherished floor-model TV and my DJ equipment, destroying my dreams in the process. He even sold my car for drugs and would drag me out into the front yard in just a robe, exposing me to the world. This cycle of abuse led me to involve the police, as I realized I could not endure this torment any longer. During this difficult time, I thought about my childhood. I knew who my father was, but I never expected to be around men who would hold back my dreams instead of encouraging them. My ex-husband and Name were not just abusive; they were dream stealers, taking away the hopes I had for my future. Ultimately, I took the courageous step of going to court to regain custody of my children and to finalize my divorce from my ex-husband. It was a long and arduous journey, but I emerged stronger than I ever thought possible. I realized that my dreams had been deferred not because of my failures but because of the toxic relationships I had allowed into my life. Today, I stand as a survivor, determined to reclaim my narrative and inspire others who find themselves in similar situations. My story is a testament to resilience and the power of breaking free from the chains of abuse. I want to remind others that it’s never too late to pursue your dreams and that no one has the right to define your worth or your future.

All that I can remember is growing up feeling empty and worthless. Constantly having to deal with drunk parents feeding into your head that your not enough and will never be. Watching them slowly get consumed by addiction. I developed an intense list of diagnoses. It had got to the point where I couldn't talk myself out of attempting suicide and spiraling downward into a fight with self harm. I was being placed in Hospitals for suicide attempts almost every other month. Bouncing around in institutions and being torn from the every bit of nothing I had left. I had lost all hope. I started abusing drugs and fell into my parents footsteps devloping an addiction of my own. During the times I was using I had been drugged to be gang raped, laced, and pimped out living on the streets at 16. I caught Multiple STI's and had to get treated. After being picked up off the street and interigated I was place in a residential rehab facility where I had to do a lot of personal growth. Having my parents abandon me throughout all of my personal struggles I was left to face this on my own. The road has not been smooth or easy at all, but I am so greatful that I chose to keep fighting and persevere. My Dad finally stepped up to the plate and divorced my Mother after allowing her to abuse us throughout our lives and poison our emotional well-being. Now me, my dad and my brother have built back out relationship and we are now happy and healthy. Sometimes you have to go through the dark before you can appreciate the light. I am a Survivor. I am Enough. I am Strong.

I was sexully encouraged by a babysitter when I was 9,too inappropriately bathe her and my sisters. None of us felt it was abuse, but just bath time fun. My sisters both bathed me to a point of inappropriate excitement. Confused but not feeling anything wrong,we just carried on,I was going through puberty and I was orgasming every bath time. I still see the woman to this day we talk like nothing happened and my sisters don't mention it.

After 20 years or more, I believed for so long that if i kept to myself my experience and trauma that with time I'll forget but i was wrong and the only thing i have accomplished keeping this a secret is hurt myself even more. I felt for so long that i was alone that maybe it was best for me to take this pain to the grave and never give it the attention that it deserves but again im only hurting myself if I keep it to myself.

You never think it would happen to her, but it did. Name was raped. She didn't tell us. When I learned about it, I was shocked. Who would rape a woman in intellectual/developmental disabilities? I write this narrative as my sister's co-conservator. I write this because justice has not been served and healing is a journey. Name has high support needs for her daily care. She relies on a tribe to keep her safe, healthy and happy. A man at her day program raped her when he was changing her adult underwear. The police report states that men were allowed to be alone her. One of them took advantage of her and gave her gonnorhea. She was in pain for months. We didn't know until an urgent care doctor did an STD panel. Other doctors didn't think to do this because "It doesn't happen in that populaiton." Little do they know that people with IDD have the highest rate of sexual asasult- 7x more than those without disabilities, per NPR's "Abused and Betrayed" investigative series. The facility still operates, the criminal case is still open and he is still out there- most likely caring for others. The family carries the trauma. As her sister, I have done so much over the past decade to raise the awareness, but I need help. We need more support. Link.

I have been holding this in my whole life, but when I recently realized what had happened me as a child I searched up COCSA survivor stories. That's how I found this website. I feel the need to share my story somewhere as I have nobody to tell. It all started in first grade. There was this boy in my class. I had never liked him much, he was kinda loud and weird. One day I remember him going up to me as class was ending. The others in our class had left the classroom and I was packing up my stuff. I felt someone grab me from behind. The guy had grabbed my hips with both of his hands. He started rubbing his privates on my behind. It took me about half a minute to get him off as he was stronger than me. I told people but nobody cared. They told me he probably had a crush on me, that it was his way of showing affection. Nobody cared. This led me to think that him doing that towards me was okay. That it didn't matter, we were just children and he didn't know any better. I also started believing that was how people showed affection. That thought stuck with me for a while. A girl in my class had around that time apparently gotten the same mindset. Me and her were already good friends, so when we would hang out she would make me do things such as getting naked and riding stuffed animals. "I've seen this somewhere, let's try!" I didn't like it, but I thought it was okay. That was just the way she showed affection, right? There was nothing wrong with wanting to play a game with your friend, right? This continued on for years. I never felt I actually wanted to, but people had taught me it was okay. I now, as a 14 year old, have severe childhood trauma that has ruined my life. I never wanted to hang out with other people as a kid because I was scared it was gonna happen there too, which has caused me horrible social anxiety. It got me a porn addiction at a young age, making me hypersexual at 12. The worst part is I can't blame anyone. They were all just kids. Children who didn't know any better. I am terrified for that girls safety, and I'm not sure I even wanna know where she learnt all that. I just hope people will teach their kids. Teach them whats right and whats wrong. I don't care if the other person was older, the same age or younger. A family member, a friend or a complete stranger. Nobody should ever have to go through this. I just want my childhood back.

On Date, I escaped an abusive relationship and embraced the freedom of living without my abuser’s control. Just four months later, he was sentenced to five years in prison for the abuse he inflicted upon me. Although it felt like an eternity to reach that day, I’m grateful I didn’t have to wait as long as some survivors do. Many survivors never experience justice; some victims never become survivors. Life will never be the same for either of us or our families, especially our children. What's beautiful is that I am no longer the woman who accepts abusive behavior in any form. I don’t want to be the woman who tolerates less than what I deserve because I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be the woman who dims my light so that the man I love can shine brighter. I don’t want to be the woman who hurts myself in an attempt to save a broken man. Had my abuser had his way, I wouldn’t be here today. My children’s world would be a lot different. I have an amazing circle of family, friends, and coworkers who have supported me the best way they know how during this difficult and very emotional time. I love them and thank them for loving me by showing up and being there. I am now able to fully enjoy my children and live for them every day. I show up for them, strive to be the best version of myself, lead them, and love them by loving myself. It’s easy to say that life is a gift until you face a moment when you realize it could be taken away. I still have triggers and am taking it one day at a time. I have accepted that some people don’t deserve to be in my life. I am choosing me! I am choosing real love! I am choosing healthy relationships!