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Im 20 years old now but when I was 12, I was sexually Assaulted while visiting my Hometown. When I was 12, I had an odd sense of how I viewed love and attraction. For example, while visiting my hometown I often went out with a friend who knew many of the kids who also grew up there. She introduced me to a group of boys who were either family or family friends. I tried to be nice but they just kept putting their hands on me every chance they got. Even thought I knew it was wrong and felt kinda uncomfortable, I tried to like it and think maybe they think im beautiful or that im desirable. But that night one of the boys convinced me to get food with him. It was common for food stands to be in the alleys because the roads were very crowded with people. I went but there were no food stands, just a dimly lit alleyway. Before I knew it, I was pinned and he assaulted me. I felt like I left my body just trying to blank out everything. When it was done he left first and I was trying to process what happened. Prior to this, I didn’t know what sex was or even seen boys exposed. I walked out alone and saw my mom sitting with the other women there. I didn’t tell her. I never told her. I was too scared and ashamed. At one point I tried to turn it around and think maybe this was okay and Im finally a “grown up now” but no matter what, I kept coming back to how I just froze, I didn’t like it and it wasn’t okay. I tried to tell my mom when I turned 18 but i didn’t tell her the full truth. I just told her about the groping to see what she would say or think. She got upset and said “Don’t let boys do that or they’ll think you’re easy.” That really shattered me so I didn’t end up telling her the rest. I’ve pretty much kept it to myself for about 8 years now. And recently, I learned that he died in a motorcycle accident while on his way to work. He got hit by a truck. When my family heard, they were sad for him and his family. I wasn’t angry at them, they didn’t know. And i felt pretty conflicted because I wouldn’t wish this on anyone but I still couldn’t get over what happened. I just want to move on and maybe gather the courage to share this with my family someday. If not, im glad I shared it here. This is the first time I heard about this movement and my first time sharing it. Im glad I finally let it out.

Am I the oppressor or was I the oppressed? cousin ‌( A) So, I want to tell you that I come from a very backward community where children are not given sex education. They learn on their own, so I'm from region So now I come to the main topic. As far as I remember, I was 6 to 8 years old. I was playing sex games with my cousin. As far as I can remember, I I was touching her hips with my buttocks when a boy, probably five years older than me, saw us doing it. We ran away. We were in an open space. And my cousin was a year younger than me. As the boy saw us.He told everything to his brother, my cousin. who was one year older than me. He would beat me up in front of all the boys. Because the boy who saw us doing it told all the boys. They would get me beaten up by his brother and make fun of me. And I want to tell you that.Before that, I think I was molested. I don't remember exactly what happened. But I do remember that some of the boys I played with taught me things about sex. As I recall, the boys were being invited by me to call a girl. And one incident, a lot of the boys were watching porn, and I was watching it too. And I had forgotten all about it. cousin (b) And then when I was 14 I made two more mistakes. I don't know why I did them, because I was curious and naive. I was always sexually aroused. I had sexual thoughts about God. I don't know why, but My second cousin, the daughter of another uncle, who was five years older than me, was sleeping at my house. I had just returned from school. And I looked at her armpit hair and then I started looking at her breasts but immediately removed my gaze and then I bowed to her. When she woke up, I bowed to her without her knowing. Then, once, my sister and I were at my house, along with her older cousin, meaning there were probably five people, including me. So, she was my cousin and had come to look at my sisters' clothes. And I was with them. We took out clothes from the trunk and she tried them on and started showing them off. My sister and cousin were there and I started looking at her. Then one cousin said, that is, scolded me and said, Will you stand here and watch me naked? And I walked away in shame. Now I would like to tell you that my cousin who was five years older than me once hugged me.And I knew about his affair.I saw her with her boyfriend once. She was involved in sex work.so I saw it as a sexual incident. cousin (c) Meanwhile, a cousin, my father's cousin's daughter, and several other boys were playing hide-and-seek. I went and hid near her, and her body touched mine. And I felt good.Then I kept touching her as a game. I didn't feel bad because my cousin used to do that with a cousin. And he was the same cousin who used to beat me. Then that same night We were all watching TV. Then, pretending to be asleep, I touched her waist, even though she was awake. Now I feel very ashamed. This was wrong. I ignored his body language.But I used to touch her playfully. She never refused, and I don't know why. Once, she clung to me, but I didn't like it because her breath smelled bad. And she once mentioned porn.Because my brother and his brother were watching porn, she said, "Your brother is watching it." I said, "I don't know." But she said, "You know everything." I remained silent. I don't know why, but I was scared. How could she say that?And this cousin sister was 2 years younger than me, I was 14 years old and she was 12 to 11 years old when all this started. And all this came to my mind from 2023, I had forgotten it before that. I feel very ashamed I'm not able to move forward in life. I was beaten a lot as a child. Whenever those boys talked about sex, My mind It was a good thing. However, it probably didn't harm anyone because I never forced myself. My family was very strict; they wouldn't let me talk to girls or go out anywhere. I don't feel like talking to anyone.

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.

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

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.