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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.

It was a first date. It was my first first-date in years. A couple of drinks turned into a good conversation. A good conversation turned into me accepting an invitation to go meet his cousin. Meeting his cousin turned into another drink, and then the cousin disappeared. I tried to leave. He physically overpowered me. I struggled, literally begging him to stop. I threatened him that I had no contraception, and that I would ruin his life if I got pregnant. I said I would have the baby, thinking it would scare him. He wasn't scared. I covered my vagina with my hands, begging. He slapped me across the face. He forced himself into my mouth. Once he was finished with the assault, he just went to sleep. I laid there, starting out the tiny circular window he had in his room, seeing just the hue of a streetlight in the distance. I got home and showered it all off of me. Not thinking straight. Not thinking about how it would affect my ability to come forward. I just wanted to wash away the feeling of his hands. Physically, my face was bruised, my mouth cut open. Emotionally, I was ruined. I turned to alcohol to drown away any thoughts. I became distant from friends and family. I was angry. I went to therapy, they told me it wasn't my fault. I knew that. Logically, I knew that it is never the fault of the victim. Internally, I felt that it was my fault for going on the date and stupidly trusting him. I still feel guilt for not reporting him. I feel like I have let down other survivors, I feel weak. I don't know how to heal. I don't know how to be a survivor.

Hi, I'm Name, and since everyone is speaking out about bad relationships, I want to share mine. (A thread) I was a minor, who was not ready for a relationship, and I'm asexual. I hate sexual touching and a lot of jokes. I will be referring to my boyfriend as K. K was not a good person, but I was attracted to terrible people. I told him at the beginning of the relationship that I was uncomfortable with sexual jokes and comments. This did not stop him, over the span of our 4 months of dating, he would concisely make disgusting remarks towards me. Some over text and some in public, I had expressed that I was uncomfortable with this type of talk towards me. (Mostly because I was a minor.) What I didn't know at the time was that I was not the first woman he had done this too. Most of the comments I dumbly ignored, or laughed nervously. K would get very upset if I didn't text him. Calling me out for being Distant or, annoying. would say dumb shit like 'Fuck myself or something', then he would reply with something weird or disgusting. K has had 3 relationships. Me, B, and W. W, he sent an inapposite pic to her and would say weird shit to her. B, He would grab their thighs, and ask them to send him pics. Me, he would say disgusting things to me even though I asked him not too. And C. K never dated C. He would say disgusting things to C, and "Accidentally" grab her boobs. That's not my story to tell. This lasted for months, with irl. He would sometimes tackle me, or grab me weirdly. I tried to protest for long months, without any avail. When I did call him out, he got defensive, saying I was switching sides. And It wasn't that serious. At the moment, I'm still dealing with this. And the mental pain it caused me, please don't ignore the signs. Or the signs in your kids. Thank you -Name

I have four children, they are all adults now. I fell pregnant at 21 and my father insisted we got married. The first slap he gave me was on our wedding night, and him saying, what the fuck did I get married for. After two sons were born he beat me up whilst pregnant with our daughter, and then as I lay injured upstairs he came in the bedroom and forced himself on me. My 17 years with this brute have affected me all my life. He slept around and had zero respect for me and also shouted at the children. We were all scared of him, but in the end I got him out. Years later now and I had to put up with this man walking my daughter down the aisle last November. I hate them having anything to do with him, also he is a bum and never supported them. I feel that what happened to me is just being dismissed as not important and it makes me resentful. I want to forget and move on but feel I want him punished for what he did.

I was in a relationship for 3 years. I love them, the good times were the best, the bad times were the worst. When I entered their life they were at an all time low, they had broken their leg on vacation and their best friend “their person” had moved states and cut them off. I took on a lot of responsibility from regulating their emotions, comforting them, bringing them everywhere they were going, and spending a lot of time with them, especially when they were down. I noticed that they had an issue with alcohol but figured it was a response to the terrible circumstances they were in. One night I wanted to treat them, they had been stuck in the house in a wheelchair, and were understandably miserable. So I was planning on bringing them to the beach, but they were a bit drunk and tended to lash out when drunk. So I was a bit put off about being trapped in a car with them if they were lashing out. But as the night went on going to the beachwas non negotiable and they were lashing out at me suggesting us do it another time. So we headed towards the beach, stopped to use the bathroom otw at store. I was helping them get into bathroom and they were getting pissed at me helping, which you know understandable I’d hate to have a broken leg and needing help. Otw the way out of the gas station they cursed out the staff. So my stress was high, but I was focused on the beach might make things better. Got to the beach, had a good time, listened to music, watched the sunrise. But they were drinking at the beach and didn’t want help getting into the passenger seat for otw home. They fell in the sand, they were so mad, they didn’t want help getting up. They got in the passenger seat and ripped the mirror flap off the car. I’m fully stressed just thinking get them home. They are yelling at me about where is their phone. I frantically search outside and it’s not outside so I say idk, but it’s not outside must be in the car. And pull out to drive home. They ask a couple more times about the phone and I respond the same focused on driving home. They grab me by the hair and punch me in the face while I’m driving. I pull over, I yell at them we are done, there is screaming about the phone. Eventually they find It in their pocket. I drop them off at a friends house and cut them off for a bit. I was devastated. Eventually they apologized and I agreed to be friends again if there was no alcohol involved . A few weeks later I’m meeting the same friend over at her house and they are drunk. I think I got called over cuz he needed help calming her down. I got her calmed down and was like time for bed. They asked to cuddle and I’m like sure. They ask for more and I’m like no. They keep pressing, I’m like no, you’re drunk, I already said no, your friend is like right their. They keep pressing, are pulling at my clothes, I get up to leave, they cry and start freaking out so I cuddle again. Repeat. I give in. Their friend hears it and gets really upset. I’m upset and embarrassed. I tell them the next day and they are really upset at themselves and I comfort them. It moves into a relationship again. Coercion happens a few more times, with one time them saying your no doesn’t matter, but eventually I start locking the door when they are drunk. No matter the banging on it, or the screaming, or the crying. This goes on with highs and lows for a couple years till yesterday. They asked me over to watch Halloween movies. I said sorry I can’t, I have to make some money, they offered to loan it to me cuz it was an important holiday to them. So we watch maybe 5 movies, have a good time, even go to sleep on a good note. However I guess they didn’t go to sleep. Cuz I get woken up to them pouring a soda on my face and punching me in my face. I punch back while laying down until I realize what’s going on. I’m so upset I just go Shower. I guess they wanted me up and I wasn’t getting up so they escalated. I smoke a cigarette, yell a bit, talk about calling the cops, and then leave leaving the keys to their house. I’ve blocked them on everything. I was hoping they could get help and the good times which were wonderful could be the normal. But I can’t put up with this. I’m so worried for their safety, but I told their friend to check in on them. Idk I think I’m having a hard time processing this