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I was...
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When this occurred I also experienced...
Physical harm
Emotional abuse
Financial abuse
Human trafficking
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Healing is something I once assumed was a quick fix. Nov 2022 I was assaulted and raped - I was in denial and running off a mixture of fear and adrenaline until Nov 2024; where my body literally shut down for 2 weeks.
I've over eaten. I've over drank. I neglected myself. I self-harmed. I attempted to take my life multiple times. All of which most would disapprove of especially as i often continue with no.3&4 to this day. Yet, it kept me alive.
Dear reader, the following story contains language of self-harm that some may find triggering or discomforting.
I met my abuser Month, Year at a indinginous pipe ceremony. The community met often. I would speak to him and his wife on occasion. I realized later that he was there to recruit people for his medicine retreats, his tantra events and he would search out his victims. What a better place where there are impressionable people wanting to heal, looking for something to help. He would tell me I needed to try mushrooms, to help with my depression and anxiety. I did stop taking my antidepressants on Date cause another person of “good standin...
When I was a boy of about 6 years old, my cousin and I became good friends. He is 1.5 years older than me. When I was 6, we spent a holiday at our grandparents' place, and one morning when we were in bed (we shared a bedroom), he suggested we play game in which he would put his penis between my buttocks. I first said no, arguing that our grandparents may walk in. He argued they were still asleep. I let him do it, but felt uncomfortable, and told him to stop, which he did. We had a good time together the rest of the holiday, and remained friend...
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Getting out is THE HARDEST DECISION you'll ever make and it's the scariest thing I've ever done.
I hope that everyone can get out safely, rebuild, refocus and heal.
Hope... We met a soul once who chose "Hope" as their middle name. Beautiful. We love them, even though they're no longer here with us physically. Hope is vital. Hope is sunlight, water, fresh air. Hope is love. Warmth and compassion in a sea of mistrust and coldness. We choose hope. We choose love. Any day.
For a long time I hid behind the shame of what happened to me. It took a long time and some therapy before I was able to speak about my childhood. Growing up in a chaotic home due to parents that were addicts made it easy for me to be hurt. I always thought that somehow it was my fault. I don’t remember every part of what happened but the pieces that I can recall are unsettling. I have memories of an older cousin showing myself and two other cousins different parts of his body as a child. I knew it was wrong and from what I remember, most of i...
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I live alone with my mom since I was 4 years old, my relationship with her has always been really great we've always been close since I was a child, as far as I can remember my childhood has been pretty good.
I was bullied for a long time throught different ways and places, not once an adult stood up for me during this so I never associated this as bad nor something that had to change, it felt normal honestly.
mum was at work and my brothers were in the garden playing football with each other as dad had sent them outside so i could watch my show. Dad and I were sitting on the sofa, I was lying on his chest and he had one arm around me (right hand, disabled one) and the other was stroking my hair (left hand). He began to put his hand near my private parts, I squirmed slightly as it was uncomfortable, he chuckled to himself and whispered to me “it was normal for a father to show his daughter some love.” So I tried to relax. eventually excused myself t...
I was in an abusive relationship for 3 years. I left several times but it wasn't until police intervention that I finally ended things, and even then it took an additional year to fully understand that I had been an victim of domestic abuse. It started small, I would make excuses for him and the love bombing and manipulation made me thing it was a small price to pay because what we had was so specials. As things escalated I could not admit to myself that I was a victim that I had let myself allow these things to happen. Someone like me with l...
I thought that sexual assault victims had it easier in usa or in Europe. Easier than us in Middle East and arabic gulf countries but i was so ashamed when i realized that sexual assault is hard anytime anywhere.
I was sexually abused by two of my cousins , once from a stranger worked in nearby Deli and the fourth time by my private tutor . I was only 13 years old first two times , 15 in the second time and 18 in the fourth. and here in Middle East if it’s happened to you and tell your parents and family there is only two scenario either your...
Healing is to realize that it was not your fault.
It is not your fault. You are strong and capable. Love does not hurt.
UNE FAMILLE COMME LES AUTRES
(OU PRESQUE)
Séléna
Ceci est un témoignage sous la forme du récit d’une partie de ma vie.
Après une enfance plutôt heureuse, j’ai été persécutée pendant toute mon adolescence.
C’est à douze ans que j’ai dû me confronter à la folie d’un père avec qui je n’avais pas encore vécu.
I dunno. I'm 3 yrs off hard drugs and though shit like this would happen in addiction I work hard to respect myself now and demand respect from others.
I m a boy.
It's happened to me when i was in LKG class....l एक लड़का मेरे पास बैठा था..उसने अपना प्राइवेट पार्ट मेरे मुंह में डाला,,,उसने मुझे कहा ये करने को मेने किया .then i was also trying to my 2 year. Brother
Bachpan me mey Ghar se bahar khel rahe the age approx 7 thi......a boy also tried to sexual abuse me..
Dear reader, the following story contains language of self-harm that some may find triggering or discomforting.
Abuse isn't always physical. Your trauma is real and valid.
I am sharing my story of abuse in hopes that it will help someone who feels lost. Someone who was in the same situation as me, unsure if they should go to therapy, confort their abuser, report them, or any combination of those things - because they thought they were "being dramatic" or "overreacting." Your trauma is valid, your feelings are real and deserve space.
Vivir cosas como estas no nos hace debil ni culpables no somos culpables de lo que no decidimos, no te dejes jamas de nadie somos mas fuertes de lo que creemos solo tenemos que seguir y vivir.
Maybe, you don't report it. And that's okay. You CAN report it. You have every right to, even in a foreign country. But you are still worthy and wonderful. and strong.
Maybe you'll have a trial. It's scary. But it happens, and it's done.
Maybe the find the offender guilty. Maybe they don't. Maybe he's "not guilty."
Dear reader, the following story contains language of self-harm that some may find triggering or discomforting.
Healing has meant taking care of that little girl, rather than dissociating from her. Reintegrating her experience with love and allowing myself to feel the pain that I had suppressed for so long. It meant not having to "be strong" anymore. Holding those adults accountable for their actions, even if just in my heart. They could've done better and didn't. That's their burden to bare and not mine.
I am still working to be healed. I'm want to be listened to, I want to be believed, I want to be free from abuse and I want my child to be safe and free from abuse.
What happened to you is not on you, it's on them. It's a part of your story but it is not your whole story. You are stronger than you think you are.
Healing is so important. it's putting yourself first and knowing that nothing and no one is worth dying for. there is no replacement for you. You are a shining light in the dark that is so unique. Healing is finding out how important you are and finding your strengths and teaching and giving to others. Finding yourself your strength is so beautiful and it's needed more than we can ever truly understand.
Healing is using my pain to help others. No matter how long it has been or what stage you are in, there is help out there. Resources and non-profits that care in a country that seems like it doesn't. Now more than ever we most reach out and support one another.
Hello. English is not my native language, so there may be grammatical mistakes, sorry!
Today I learned what COCSA is and it made me remember some things that happened when I was a minor. It started when I was ~5 years old: I see my stepfather watching pornography on the computer, and I am sitting in the same room with him. And I'm still not sure with this memory? Was it exactly like that or not at all? I don't know. But then I more than once became an involuntary spectator of their sexual activity with my mother. In the same room with me, or d...
The floorboards creaked, a sound that always preceded the dread. Small hands, clenched into fists beneath thin sheets, trembled. Sleep, a distant comfort, was shattered by the knowledge of what would soon come. A tiny figure, curled tight, lay rigid, every muscle anticipating the violation.
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