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Hey, this is a quick overview of my story. TW: mentions of ||SA, coercion, boundary crossing, dishonesty, raising voices|| This occured with my boyfriend. We started dating in April 2024. April 2024: I set boundaries regarding no touching of my ||chest|| and no ||s*xual activity||. He agrees that he will respect my choices and treat my decisions as if they are his own. He begins to start pushing that boundary by end of April and into May. May 2024: We were on a date and eventually we were ||making out||. One minute he was ||kissing me||, the next second he did ||SA by dry h*mping||. I froze up and couldn't speak, was just crying silently. ||He kept going, I don't know how long. He finally stopped when he realized I didn't respond.|| I was so dissociated by this point that I couldn't register properly when he asked if I was okay. He then shortly after ||violated the chest boundary by kissing near there.|| I then broke down and had a dissociative episode/panic attack. I blocked everything out after that night and couldn't remember it. I did not remember what happened until July, when I had a flashback; I began to piece things together from there. I remember most of it now. He knew about the ||SA|| but did not tell me and did not plan to tell me. June 2024: ||He reintroduced me to the same s*xual activity as what happened in the SA.|| I recently recognized that this is also ||SA since I couldn't give informed consent (didn't know about the May SA)||. July 2024: I find out about May. That sucks. He also struggles with some honesty pieces. September 2024: I find out about him not telling me about the ||SA|| and him not planning to ever.October-November: I ask for space after he tries to ||pressure me into taking a class with him|| and ||ignored me/made fun of me when I was vulnerable with him||. Then the next day he tells me that the ||space was good|| and maybe we should consider reducing time spent together. Basically 2 weeks of terribleness. December 2024: He ||raises his voice|| at me and admits he has had some ||anger and resentment towards me||. It has dissipated per him now though, but he doesn't know how long it has been there. He had been defensive before and often not in a "good headspace" to talk about things. October 2025: ||I was cuddling with my boyfriend, facing away from him and then I felt him moving aganist me (with his crotch aganist my butt). Once I realized what was happening I asked what he was doing and moved away from him. The thing is we talked about this before a long time ago and I had said that I always wanted cuddling to be emotional intimacy instead of s*xual. But then he said he didn't remember that and that he thought I wanted it too. || Now: I'm in therapy twice a week (have been in therapy for years) but also started night intensive outpatient (IOP) online. That made a big difference for me and now I'm doing "more" better. I'm even moving out of a toxic home environment and am part of a SA survivor community. It does get better, and we can move forward from these things to love ourselves again. 💜

Last year I was gang raped. I have an ear ringing called tinnitus that has not stopped since. I have nightmares. I flew with my mom to a wedding overseas. I was excited. She would be busy with her friends and cousin and I would get to spend time with my awesome second cousin who is two years older than me. After the rehearsal dinner we went out. It was fun because I was not legally able to drink there even though the age was lower than in my province, but they did not check ID’s. I did not drink much because it was not my thing and I had a boyfriend but I was able to go to some bars then a club attached to a hotel. So much fun up to when we met two soldiers in uniform who were cute and separated us from her friends because of our looks. My cousin is stunning beautiful. They had a private room at the club and several soldiers were there and two prostitutes also. Those prostitutes definitely hated us being there. I wanted to get out anyway and the cute ones that invited us acted like they understood and took us out of there. We stupidly let them take us to their hotel room where they totally dropped the cute romantic act and made us strip our clothes to music. They showed us a gun they had in a drawer. I was terrified. They made us lay on our stomachs bent over the bed side by side and had sex with us that way. They switched like we were interchangeable before finishing in us with no protection. We held hands. I was crying while my cousin was trying to be strong and cheer me up. We weren’t allowed to leave and our clothes were hidden. Before took our phones we had to text that we were staying at my cousin’s friend’s house. Then they called two other soldiers, one of them a huge tall dark guy with body builder muscles. He was the worst to me. They made us dance and then we had to use our mouths on the cute ones that had lured us there while the other two had sex with us. I vomited and my cousin cleaned it up but then it started again. They had cocaine and made us sniff it off their parts and sniffed it off us. Another one came and I think it was just those five during the night but they kept raping us and making us do things even when we would pass out. I would like to have been more unconscious but cocaine makes you so awake. I want to remember less and think about it all less. We showered many times. The big dark one peed on me and in my mouth the shower. He did it more than once like I was his toilet. The other men even had to tell him to chill out when he was making me scream liking his fingers and pushing them in my arse, but not when he made me crawl around like a dog using my hair as a leash. I remember one of them calling their friends to tell them to turn all their t.v.’s way up to hide the noise in our room. They watched sports news on the t.v. They had me and my cousin kiss each other and stuff. I could not act like it was a fun party like my cousin did sometimes and encouraged me to do. She tried to take some of their attention away from me over and over. I love her for it but they did not leave me alone. My chest is something they were obsessed with. They did not care that I was obviously distressed and freaking out or that in my country I was three years below the age of consent. There I was the minimum. We woke up in the morning on one the beds together with only the two soldiers sleeping on the floor. The black one was gone! They had sex with us again and another man who was much older and who they called SIR came in and had sex with both us but mostly me. They cheered him on and my head was pounding and I was crying and it seemed to last forever. Finally we got our clothes back but they took us for brunch wearing their normal clothes. They showed me pictures on their phones that made it look like I was having fun and warned us how bad it would be if we said anything different than we had a nice party. A nice party in hell! Before that I’d had sex with only my 1 boyfriend ever. One night of hell and now my number was seven!! We had to start getting ready for the wedding right away and I was exhausted. My cousin hid me and I took a nap in my dress, hair and makeup until the last minute. I cried in the ceremony but not for the wedding. I was so sore in my vagina, muscles, and brain that I got so drunk at the reception I barely remember any of it. Just part of being on the plane home. I told my mom the truth when I got back and she got all crazy, so did my dad, and they tried to call over there and the hotel and such but there was nothing the police would do. I saw my dad cry for the first time as I told the whole story. My boyfriend could not handle it and dumped me. I go to group and do therapy. I take a pill everyday and now benzo’s for break through anxiety. I try to hide my large chest under baggy clothes where before I used it for attention. STUPID! My cousin does not seem to have the trauma I do or the nightmares. In her country they are done with secondary school up to two years before us and are more treated like adults sooner. I said mean things to her once because of it. She forgave me but we talk much less since I asked if she has gang bangs all the time. I felt terrible because she even let them have anal sex with her to lure them away from me. I could tell it hurt her so much but at the time was just thinking about my own survival. My childhood is OVER but I do not feel like an adult. Her advice is -Don’t let it get you so down-. Like I have a choice in this!! She went to a therapist ONCE because her mom made the appointment and does not plan to go back. Her life did not really change!! She works reception at a tech company and models on the side and still goes to parties and clubs and dates. How??? It is unbelievable how attitudes toward something like this can be so different in different countries. I am a victim now and I usually feel like it. Definitely damaged. Everybody at my school knows why. I am THAT girl. My new more mature boyfriend is understanding but I feel like a sad little burden to him. I am hypersexual sometimes now and can’t help it. It is a coping mechanism that happens to some victims of sexual assault. I did not ask for it. I worry my boyfriend can’t trust me because of it. I had an older guy friend who’s been my neighbor for years take advantage of me after I told him the story of what happened at his house. We had sex and then he felt guilty for being turned on by my rape story. He admitted it and asked me to forgive him. The sex helped me calm the ear ringing for just short time periods so I did it with him more than once a day for a bit until my dad started to suspect something and talked to him. Since then I don’t trust myself. I want to marry my boyfriend in large part just to protect myself and show him I love him and am loyal even though I am not sure I can be. I worry I cannot love like a normal person. I worry I push him away being too needy and wanting to marry him so soon. I need him more than he needs me. Is that the way it will always be in relationships for rape victims??? I work hard at school not to ruin my future. It is so hard to focus. My ears ring constantly. Thank you for listening.

Warning this post could be triggering and very deep and hard to read. I am writing this post with the heaviest heart. I am tired and I don’t mean like getting in bed and sleeping tired. I mean, physically mentally emotionally and spiritually tired and drained. I am 28 years old. I will be 29 next month and my life has at least been full of over 20 years of immense, deep trauma. I grew up with no parents. My dad left my mom when I was one years old when my brother died and never came back, but maybe one time my whole life until he became a cold case when I was about 10. My mom had four other children all different fathers two of them who had the same dad who was sexually abusing me at the age of six and seven and once they split up my mom gave up everybody to their dad’s while dragging me through the worst things, a child should have ever endured. She nonstop, abandoned me, leaving me at houses with random people for weeks and even months at a time either being sexually abused or physically abused once again. Leaving me at her mother’s house to be physically abused to the point where I couldn’t handle it and would leave to my friend’s mom’s houses because if I didn’t, I would go days without being in school because of how badly I was being beaten. Still my mom never showed up and when she did, it was only because I have been gone at my friends for so long but once she found me there and someone’s parent would say she’s OK here all she would do is get back in the car and leave for weeks or months again. My mom has been on drugs since she was a teenager. Methamphetamines. A very bad alcoholic. Shooting up smoking. Inhaling whippet cans since she was young. Anything she can get her hands on that blurred her vision of being a mother or a protector. Luckily my siblings had their fathers and families to step up and take care of them all their lives because we are now all in our late 20s but that still doesn’t make up for the abandonment and pain that they went through not having a mother their whole life, but I’m extremely grateful they didn’t have to endure the trauma and pain that came with being stuck with her. I became pregnant at 15 1/2 almost 16 years old not knowing anything about motherhood, but hoping that means maybe I’ll have a family or somebody who my life will finally matter to but unfortunately, that was not the case. It just added more trauma and more pain on my heart. I had my oldest son. And by that time I had gotten myself into a little bit of juvenile trouble so the system finally stepped in realizing I had no parents or guardians around. One day I was just so tired. I just begged the judge to take me away from my mom and send me and my son to somewhere safe so I can have a roof over our head and have some type of structure or stability for me and him at only 17. That was one of the worst things I could’ve ever done or asked for. In the moment, I thought the system was going to save me, but all it did was fail me and my child. About a year later when I was staying in one of the foster homes I was human trafficked and left fighting for my life for two days trying to get back to my son. In the time being you’re not allowed to leave the property or the county so to the juvenile system, it looked like I violated the rules and they took me back into custody, not knowing that I was just traffic and forced to leave my son. By that time I was over 18 and they made me sit in juvenile hall until my 19th birthday when I was a legal adult so they can release me onto the streets because I was finally legally an adult. I still remember the day that I got released like it was yesterday. I still remember all of this like it was yesterday. They released me with nowhere to go. No one to call having to find where my son was staying at so I can take him back no food no money no resources. I’ve been so lost since I was a child. I didn’t even know how to function in the world I didn’t know how to get a job. I didn’t know how to ask for help. I didn’t know how to go back to school. I didn’t know the importance of my life or what I can make of it. All I knew is I was stuck being forced into survival mode once again. Fast forward to now knowing that maybe I can learn how to sell my body since I had been trafficked and maybe that would keep a roof or food over my head and keep me independent since all I had was myself at 19 . Still lost. Still hurting and still no protection or guidance. Still alone. Having another child once again at 21 thinking it would save me. But it didn’t all it did was give me a break out of survival mode for a couple years and then Life still whooped my ass for the following years down the line selling my body being raped over and over trying to just survive and save myself from the drowning deep pool of pain and trauma. It was up until about 3 years ago when I started to fight for my life back from all the hands of my abusers. I didn’t want to be a victim any more. I wanted to be a survivor. I decided to not traumatize and put that trauma onto my children that my parents had once put on myself. I decided to heal them instead of putting the pain that I have onto them. This was when I was around I don’t know maybe 27 when I decided to go back to school and try to fight so hard to figure out what I’m supposed to do with life, even though I was never showed or guided on how to do that. I gave up survival mode and got out of survival mode because it was the most traumatizing mode to be stuck in. I’m not perfect. I’m still healing but with two years of therapy going back to school to get my diploma so I can go to college and have a career and healing my children and showing them what fighting for your life looks like and showing them that you do not have to accept certain people or pain into your life showing them what a mother and protector is and showing them stability finally has been my everything the past 2 to 3 years. Around last year I gave up selling my body because I couldn’t do it anymore because it was just so draining and it just felt like it was keeping me stuck in a survival mode so once I released that and promised myself I would never go back no matter how hard it gets. It has been so much more healing. I wrote a letter to my mother just the other week and met up with her reading it and telling her everything, forgiving her and finally making a decision to keep her out of me and my children’s lives because of all the pain and trauma she has caused and will continue to cause because of her drug addictions and unhealthy choices. I have chose protection over me and my children. But some days while I’m sitting here, drowning in bills, drowning in keeping a place over our head, which I’ve done a good job at renting somewhere to keep over our head the past two years and keeping my car and keeping all the bills taken care of keeping us in school keeping us not bouncing from house to house giving us some stability. Still doesn’t take away from these really really hard mentally draining days that I have because of my severe PTSD and severe trauma replaying in my head over and over again feeling so helpless and empty because I’m all I have. I don’t know how to keep going, but somehow I do. I’m so strong it’s insane. Even on the hardest days that I really don’t think I will survive I still do. I don’t have a support system. I don’t have family. I don’t keep men around me. I don’t have friends because they were not healthy. It is me and my kids. The people we live with who are 100% separated no contact just room mating no family unless it’s my second son’s family helping which would be taking him from time to time like summer or something to help. Both of their fathers are 100% not in the picture and haven’t been for years also battling drug addictions. no calls no text no asking if they’re alive no money no child support no nothing. Grieving my father‘s mother so badly because I reconnected with her about five years ago and got so close to her took care of her helped her with every single thing you can think of just for her to pass a couple months ago when I was getting so close to her I finally felt like I had real blood family. Her and my boys were my motivation my grandma was my world. I finally had somebody just to watch her die right in front of me and now that I can’t even burry or cremate because I’m all the family or any one she had as well it kills me. I just don’t understand why God has punished me over and over again. I’m trying to figure out my purpose for life other than my two children. I am deeply wounded and I’m getting so far and doing so much better than I once was a few years ago but I’m just stuck at a standstill right now. I’m so confused and I don’t know what to do. And honestly, I don’t even know why I’m writing this. I just feel like maybe I’ll be heard. I want to just be HEARD! Or maybe you guys can send some positivity and it will snap me out of this dark place that I’m in when I’m all alone and my kids are at school and things hit me. I know this all seems like a lot, but unfortunately, this is just the surface level of the deepest things I’ve been through. This isn’t even everything. But I know if I keep going when I look back, it will all be worth it. I just wish I knew when that would be.

My sexual assaults story is uncommon for most and hard to most people to grasp. Who would believe that children are capable of knowing and doing such gruesome things to person? Most children are not like this and their experiences are different. It first happened when I was 8 years old while, my abuser was 7 years old at the time. I remember the abuse happening gradually as we build our friendship. It first started with us doing typical kid stuff like us playing together and joking around. And one day, he asked me to play this new game with him. I said sure. I thought it would be one of those silly jokes stunts of his. Instead he pulled my pants down and rubbed his private part against my bottom. It was really uncomfortable moment for me since, I grew-up in a strict Christian-based family. I have never witness anyone on television or heard of the things he was doing to me. Afterwards, I remember me being shy to tell anyone and feeling like I would get into trouble. So I remained quiet. How would any parent react if you see children engaging in sexual behavior? Wouldn't you automatically assume it was the oldest child to teach someone this behavior? This went on for almost 2 years. His behavior became more advance and his request got more weirder. One time, he begged me to drink his pee directly from his part. I told him no. And he stomped across the room mad. He kept persisting and demanding that I try it. Eventually, I gave in but, I told him only from a cup. It was the most dehumanizing experiences of my life. It was not long afterwards, that my father caught us. I remember me trying shove the boy off of me. And telling him that my dad was coming and he kept going harder and harder. I guess he thought I was lying to convince him to get off of me. He wouldn't stop until my father walked into the room.

I grew up in the region, on a dairy farm. Life was not as it could have been. There was no love just physical abuse from my Dad and emotional abuse from my mom. I had 4 sisters, two are beautiful, the other two manipulative, narcissistic, and cruel. I call them “The Uglies”. They have done so many horrible things to my beautiful sisters and myself over the years it’s disgusting. I have asked The Uglies to leave me alone throughout my life and they have overstepped my boundaries, police officers warnings, a Judges warning and the Attorney General’s. Now on to the current situation they have created. My mom passed away recently and left her 13 great grandchildren a few thousand dollars each. Now it’s important at this point to know that we quietly left our state, because of all the harassment they caused us. I have had no contact with these people for years. So they try to reach us to give my three grandchildren their inheritance. The beautiful’s call me with this wonderful news but the uglies want our address. They try to get the money for us to forward, they won’t have it. So my daughter gives them her work address. The money gets distributed but my grandchildren don’t receive theirs! It was illegally put into accounts for them by one of the uglies husbands, IN HIS NAME as primary. We then received a registered letter saying it wasn’t mandatory that our grandchildren receive it. Well this ones Husband is the former Mayor of the small town this happened in and he knew about it. This is called “Malicious Intent.” Two of my grandchildren are disabled, which takes the crimes they committed doing this from a misdemeanor to a felony. All the other ten grandchildren received their money!!! One of the beautiful’s asked for a copy of-the distribution document, she was refused. One of the uglies couldn’t have children, the other one has 5 grandchildren. The beautiful’s and I believe that their grandchildren received more funds then they should have, or why not disclose the document??? So now one of the beautiful’s have sent my grandchildren the inheritance they were legally to receive and the uglies and their husbands are facing felony charges with what they have done. Why? Why do this to children? Their Grandmother left them a very kind gesture to show she loved and cared. Then these arrogant, ignorant, manipulative, narcissistic psychopaths think it’s funny to do this!!! So like a politician though right, stealing from the poor!!!

I once had a friend. I thought he was a friend. I called him my best friend for years. We did everything that best friends would do. Talk. Play. We grew up together. He used to sexually assault me. Regularly. Often daily. I would kick him and punch him. I would get mad at him. He would overpower me and laugh at me. And then just like that- I would forgive him. Because he was my FRIEND. And I thought it was okay because he was my friend. I thought it honestly didn't matter. I thought because I was already being sexually exploited by family that this behavior was normal and okay. This went on for 8 years...It took me 15 years to understand how NOT okay the exploitation from my family and this friend really is. During that time I allowed so many other things that were not, nor will ever be okay. I have spent years recovering. Having panic attacks and not understanding why I was unable to feel. Going to counseling. I've figured out so much. But right now, I'm grieving. So much was lost that didn't have to be. Being so scared all the time. I missed out on so much life. Being angry feels useless to me right now. It's doesn't change it. I'm just so sad for the life I could have had. That others I love could have had. My life is at a place where there is honestly so much good. But right now, I will allow myself to be sad.

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.

During my tween/teen years, I was sexually abused by many different grown men. Some family. Some friends. I went along with it even when it hurt or I was scared. I stole money from them to make me feel better about what happened. I felt like I deserved it. Like I wasn't worthy of being protected. Fast forward, I'm in my late 30s now and I learned that my maternal grandmother (age 15) was forced into marriage to my grandfather (in his 30s). She had 3 kids with him by the time she was 18 years old and one of them was my mother. The story my mother told me my whole life was that she was abandoned by her birth mother. And I believe she feels that way as her child. But she adores her father and can see no wrong in the dynamic between them because "that's just the way things were back then," referring to child marriage. My mother would go on to have 6 daughters, 2 of which would experience the same abuse by older men. I'm just coming to terms that while I have my own trauma related to my experiences, I carry my grandmother's pain too.

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

10/10/18 My Daughter, These Things I Know Do not go to bed angry Make eye contact Offer a firm handshake Smile at people—stranger and friend alike No one will remember in one month Exercise your mind Go outside Studying does not count without a pen Focus on your lifestyle over your waistline Say yes to travel Say yes to long car rides Say yes to sharing one on one moments Pick up a book—the closest we have to time travel Take pictures Please and Thank you matter Raise your argument rather than your voice Time heals Your body is yours—to explore, to protect, to celebrate There is strength in vulnerability Know when you do not know Parents are just people too Never turn your back on the ocean You will make mistakes Forgive yourself—now try again It is alright to not be alright Write it down Practice loyalty A habit forms in seven days—stick with it Sing in the car—blame the voice on your mother Do not get on a motorcycle Be kind—stranger and friend alike Stay humble Stay curious Do not walk alone at night Do not pretend that is fair Stand your ground Know when to not stand your ground Find your people—love them fiercely and fully Trust your gut You are not alone

It started as sexual harassment. And I let it happen. Do not let it happen to you! I was a college intern working on my supply-chain management major. In business school you know you don’t just get a degree and POOF! A job is magically waiting for you. Unless you already have connections. I was a single woman on financial aid and had squat for family connections. I needed to make some connections while still in school that I could use to climb the ladder. It is a very competitive world. A time when we don’t care so much where we work as long as it has prospects of advancement and making money. I was interning at the corporate offices for a rental car company. I got my first choice for a class in which we had to intern at a real company. My group of four was in their logistics offices and we had no clear job at the time but my school had sent students for a while so we had a contact person and some loose idea of a project that my group of four had to put together and execute for our grade. Well that was kind of of dud and I went along with the bad idea of planning more efficient distribution routes for their cars entering the fleet. It was naive because the company had real pros who designed the system. But, because of my feminine wiles, I got invited to come in and help in my free time by a top manager. Just me. I jumped at the opportunity and on my available days I showed up early in the morning and tried to be like part of the team. It was a very masculine environment. I tried to hang in spite of the pretenses for my special treatment. “You’re not one of those feminist types who go crying to HR if a man gives you a compliment or a pat on the backside, are you?” The man who first invited me had asked. We’ll call him XX. I assured him I was not, anticipating his expected answer. “Work hard, play hard,” was something I said in my denial of values he was obviously opposed to. So the couple times XX introduced me as his mistress I went along with the joke. Another stupid mistake. As an example of my environment, after a male Y in the department first showed me how to use part of a program that calculates stock outages, he had me sit and try it and gave me a massage I did not ask for early in the morning. Well XX came up and made a joke about Y getting his hands of his girl. They had some bro moment where the male Y asked him if he was serious, saying something about XX’s wife, to which XX backed down and said something like “It’s just a joke. I’d love to in my fantasies, but she’s company property, brother.” Company property??! I was sitting right there! I tensed up but tried to pretend I was so absorbed in the computer training as XX left and male Y went back to massaging me, but this time more boldly. He got down my lower back and upper buttock then went down the arms to my thighs, stopping me from doing any work as he blatantly brushed his forearms and hands against my chest. I felt so weak and almost paralyzed by the time I forced myself to stand up to go use the restroom, stopping it. I could have just done that at the beginning but did not. Later hat same day, XX had me go to lunch with him and have a beer at a bar and grill with a pool table. I was 20 but they did not ask for my ID because I was with XX. I hardly ever played pool and while we waited for our food he “showed” me how to play. He made fun of the cliché on movies and television where a man has a woman bend over the pool table to shoot just so he can push his crotch against her backside in a suggestive manger and lean over her with his arms on each side of her to show her how to slide the stick. But while he joked about it he actually did those things to me! That was a good day for my two main molesters and an awful day for me. XX hugged me as we stood up giggling and apparently his hands now had a license to molest my body whenever he wanted. I got numb to it in some ways, but emotionally more on edge. My butt was grabbed or spanked playfully in the department, even by male Y. A few other men were very flirtatious. My shoulders were rubbed, hugs on even minor greetings with XX and finally I was supposed to get used to little pecks on the lips too. I felt like I was in a constant state of mental anguish and defensiveness. My body could be attacked anytime. But I did not defend myself! I would say clearly to XX and some others that I wanted to be respected and considered one of the guys and have a job there when I graduated and they affirmed it. Both main abusers encouraged me, but still sexually harassed me. With my moronic blessing! The semester ended and I kept going in daily during summer break. It was my only lifeline to a possible job after I graduated in a year. I was so groomed that it was not a big leap at all when XX pressured me to give him head in his office. I refused with a smile and head shake and he came back with some rationalization about how I owed him and he really needed it just then. He would not take no for an answer. The first time I lowered myself to kneeling before his desk and took him in my mouth my hands were shaking and I teared up and had to sniffle snot back up. I was the one who was embarrassed! It was like an out of body experience and my mouth dried up to where I had to ask him to drink some of his energy drink. Internally there was a huge change immediately. I was gutted of all pride and self-worth. I was like a zombie. Hardly eating. Lots of coffee. Showing up and doing the reports that had become my responsibility and mechanically giving XX his daily BJ in the afternoon in his small stale office with a small window. I started to have migraines during that summer. I drove home for 4th of July and got so inebriated I ended up sleeping with my much older sister’s ex-husband in the back of his truck. That was a terrible wake up call. I knew I couldn’t pretend much longer without a breakdown so I put my two week in at the rental car place where I was working for free. To secure my future I made sure to keep it all friendly and “you know I’ll be back working here next year”. The idea of all the time and humiliation I had put in being lost to nothing was a major fear. I put myself through two last weeks of it. I had quickie sex with XX twice on and over his desk. I gave into extreme pressure and gave male Y a BJ too when he explicitly made it about a letter of recommendation. He knew about me doing it for XX. He did not even have his own office and we had to use the stairwell. During my final year of school I became aware that I was too traumatized to ever go back there anyway. The extent to which I had been used and abused became obvious to me, where before it had not. As if I had been living in a denial haze. It was a painful time. I was a bit reckless. I got a C in the high level economics elective I took. I said yes to several dates to avoid being alone and either slept with them or freaked out in anger at them. Seeing that I needed the car rental faux-internship on my resume I did email both abusers for letters of recommendation and got a good one from Male Y, but a very impersonal, generic one from XX. I was so dejected and angry. Finally, I told my sister, the one who confronted me about her ex-husband. I TOLD HER EVERYTHING AND THAT WAS MY FIRST STEP TO RECOVERY. To letting out the pain, screaming at myself in the mirror, punching the heavy bag at a boxing gym I joined, and to seeing my first psychologist and psychiatrist. The therapy helped more than the Celexa and antipsych. The support group helped even more. I met two friends for life who have my back in times of sorrow. I have to repeat that it is not my fault that I was abused, even though it kind of was. Don’t let it happen to you! They will take as much as they can from you. Plan your boundaries now and be assertive! Report harassment immediately. Doing so you are being a hero and protecting other women and yourself. If you have already been abused, GET OUT of the situation and talk to someone about it ASAP. There is nothing to be gained by letting the abuse continue! Talking to someone makes it real and lets you start the process of hating less and starting on the path to learning to love yourself again. You deserve real love.

I got drugged on a festival and ultimately it ended up with me performing sex with a stranger without me even being conscious. I went to the festival with three of my friends. One was already asleep when a drunk guy came to our tents. He was searching for his friend, he said but then he asked if he could stay with us a bit. He was kinda funny and pretty drunk so we thought as a group that it would be okay to give him some water and let him be with us a bit. After some time my remaining awake friends said they wanted to shower and left me alone. That's the last thing I can remember clearly. The rest is in snippets. I can remember him giving me something to drink and I drank. Then I remember him kissing me. And ultimately I woke up the next morning, naked in his tent. My friends searched for me the whole night and were really pissed, that I went with him, without telling anybody and I felt horrible for making them feel that way, so I kinda forgot that I had no memories of this incident and thought for a year or so that I was just a really bad friend, who walked off with a random drunk guy and made my friends worry. Just after that first year I started dating my SO and told him the story. He looked at me, hugged me tightly and said that this is awful. That's the first time I thought about the incident a bit more and tried to understand what happened. It was a shock for me, that he got angry at my friends because in my book they were the ones that did nothing wrong. The more I thought about though, the more I understood: he gave me some kind of drug, that basically knocked me out and had sex with me. I got raped. And this was even more of a shock. I'm still in my healing process. The memories sometimes still haunt me but way less then they did before. I still feel ashamed sometimes but I'm at a point where I can turn the train of thought around and tell myself that I don't have to be. I really hope that sharing my story will help others in one way or another and I can certainly say that it will help me be more open with my story.

my brother SA'd me multiple times. he never raped me, though. he once forced me to kiss him on the mouth as a "game" of some sorts. he would also smack my ass, call me a slut, and shame me for everything. before he got on medication, he would beat me up. he's on medication now, but he's still terrible. he got mad at me and said he would gangrape me. he never did, but it was still scary. i hate him, and he says i'm a bad person for hating him. he also denied ever SAing me. sometimes i feel like i'm delusional or something. i don't know, i'm just tired of living with him. i can't wait for him to move out.

A group of female tourists staying overnight at the building at Building Name, booked through booking.com, were disturbed at night by a man walking around the corridor drunk and wearing only his underwear, who then approached them. The fact that the group of girls supported each other and the man left is clearly a case of bad manners and a situation unbecoming of Poland. I don't think Poland is like this. If this man is just a stupid exception, please tell me, and please warn those staying in that building and those working there, because there was a clear attempt at perversion there.

I had an aunt who had a son here in America. We were pretty close since our families only had each other here so we would go over to their house often. I was around 5 so he was like 7 or 8. We would play around the house while our parents talked and I remember us being in his parents room playing with some dinosaur figures one day when he closed the door and told me to go into the closet with him. I did and he shut the closet doors and started to tell me to do weird things like licking his hands and he would touch my privates. I cant remember exactly what else happened that day but I remember knowing it was wrong but I couldn't bring myself to tell my mom because I had done the things he told me to do. To be honest, I had forgotten everything until I went to Mexico for the first time and when I saw him, I suddenly remembered this day. I hate that I cant remember everything that happened and if it had happened more than once on separate occasions. I also hate that I'm scared of him and I don't know if he remembers. I haven't seen him since that day but it didn't seem like he felt awkward around me. I resent him so much because I have become hyper sexual but I feel sad because I wonder how he even knew this stuff. Was someone doing these things to him? I have only told my ex best friend and current best friend... I want to tell my mom, I know she will believe me, but I feel like it's already been so long that it won't change anything. I am now 19 and don't want to start any family drama. What should I do?

In innocence lost, I bore the weight, A survivor, facing a cruel fate, Yet within my heart, a spark did gleam, To mend my soul and reclaim my dream. Through pain and fear, I found my voice, Breaking the silence, I made my choice, No longer hiding in shadows' embrace, I rose from the darkness and found my place. With courage as armor, I faced the past, A survivor's strength, resilient and steadfast, I'll not be defined by the harm that's been done, I'll rise, I'll heal, my journey's begun. Together we stand, survivors unite, In the warmth of compassion, we find our light, With hope in our hearts and love as our guide, We'll mend the broken, side by side.

Healing brings Hope and Growth. Growth brings purpose, and strength. Enraged Mother, my daughter was 14 years old and my niece was 13 years old when they were both sexually assaulted by my “sisters” husband. My “sister” and my “mother” were both aware that my niece was being sexually assaulted by her stepfather who is still married to my sister. They helped this predator cover the entire horrific incident. No one ever said anything about my daughter spending the night over. It wasn’t its several years later when he sexually assaulted my daughter in 2015 when everything and so much more came to light. In 2019 he was sentenced to 10 years but was just recently granted parole and is due to be released this year July, 2026. This is not true justice for our children.

I have tried numerous times to share my story. Although my story is 40+ years ago, I am just beginning find a very painful path to healing. As a male abused, abandoned and left to survive without support I think makes my story harder to relive and tell. Thank you for this safe space. Hopefully soon I can return and tell my story.

I was 14. I fell in love with a boy who was 18. I was young and blind to the age difference, I’ve never felt love before, I grew up in an abusive household. The first bit of attention I got, I fell Inlove. I would lie to my parents about where I was and stay with my boyfriend. I stayed one night & he suggested we drink alcohol. I said yes & we started drinking, he kept feeding me alcohol until I was puking. I remember passing out and waking up to him and his 3 friends sitting on his bed with me. I fell back to sleep & I remember going in and out of consciousness to him and his friends raping me. I remember laying on the bed peeing myself while they took turns, crying. I was in and out of consciousness the whole time. One of his friends laid with me while the other bragged about “finally losing his virginity” and the friend laying with me was playing with my hair apologizing and telling me everything was going to be okay. It’s been 11 years. I am not okay. I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay. I never got justice. I was so scared to tell anyone, couldn’t tell my parents because my dad would have quite literally killed me. I still find myself stalking their social medias. They all have atleast 1 daughter. No remorse for what they did to me. Married with children, and I can’t even have sex with my husband without crying afterwards. I can’t enjoy sex unless I’m being harmed during it. I have so much trauma I can’t stop thinking about it and crying. I suffered with drugs and alcohol & still suffer with alcohol even after being clean from drugs. I now have a daughter and I promise if anything ever happened to her I would make sure she could come to me and we can hold those responsible accountable. If I stayed home that night & didn’t go behind my parents back I would have been okay. I blame myself. I feel like I should have known better. My innocence was stolen from me & so was my life. They took my life from me. I’ll never recover.