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A few years ago when I was a sophomore in high school I sort of remembered that I was touched by my brother (I was about 3 or 4 and he was about 12 or 13) and my mom had caught him and the only thing she did was force us to switch rooms. But I ignored it because I thought I was making it up for some reason. But I’m a junior in college and it’s finally hit me that, that I didn’t make it up. And I finally had the courage to ask my mom if he did anything and she said yes. And it really hurt and sucked because she was supposed to protect. She asked me if he had done anything else and I said no but after I said no it kind of hit me that I don’t really know if he did or not. We continued talking about it more but then she said she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. And now it’s really getting the way of our relationship because I see his daughter every Thursday at his place and I’m trying to tell my mom I don’t want to. Like I love my niece but idk. I feel almost jealous of her? Idk what I’m feeling. But I don’t really know what to do? I can’t afford therapy and I want to tell my sister but I don’t really know how to bring it up. So I could use some help?

I was SA'd multiple times by my now ex boyfriend. He was 18 M and I 19 F. He also made some comment about how "no one will believe you because I'm the one who's younger/closer to the age of consent". I will be pursuing legal action once I go back to the state of where the crime happened. I will be traveling back for Thanksgiving. Trying to figure out if it technically counted as insertion as it was through clothes but that was obviously the intent. He also lied about being over his porn addiction which had allegedly been solved 2 years ago. He manipulated me into not telling my and his parents about said addition because he said that he hadn't told his parents. Later, he said that he'd told a mutual teacher (who is misogynistic and legitimately horrible). He'd force himself on me- he had about 50 pounds on me and about 6 in (15-16cm) on me. So the only way to remove him was to cobra wrap him with my legs and twist him off. I knew that this was my only way of escape because it was the only muscle region in which I was stronger than him (my max lift on adductors is 205 lbs/93 kgs). Just realised what it was- I broke up with him this past April and only realised the past few weeks. And now I'm having flashbacks and other PTSD seeming problems. And he thinks we're still friends even though I told him that I'd block him. He has no idea what he did or the damage he instilled. There's also some religious trauma because he said that I needed to "pray my anxiety away" when it's physically just a lack of serotonin. So I can't even go to a church because I'm so bitter. I know I can solve this for myself, but I don't want any other girl to get trapped by him. I felt asexual a little before all of this happened and now that feeling is stronger- am I still validated in that?

Iam a 33 year old with 3 children(2 boys and one girl) my first born son is from my previous relationship. I was a fresh graduate when i met this man that i currently have two kids with …i finished university expecting to get a job to support me and my then only son but each time i tried to look for jobs my husband discouraged me saying i would be exploited and given peanuts so to whom it was wise for me to sit home and be a wife i gave in and sat home but him satisfying my needs was always a fight i remember i asked for panties and bras for the last 6 years and nothing.everything he provides we must first have a fight and he knows so well i have no where to run to because he isolated me from my family. After moving in with him and my son he started treatung my son with so much anger he would beat,abuse and use vulgar words to him and he still does it he shows him that am not your father and only favors the kids i have with him. Mine i came with is not worthy of anything good. While i was pregnant for his son he was flirting with my sister and by this time i was not getting any financial help so i opted to go to my mothers rental and after sometime my sister disclosed to me the kind of husband i have when i confronted him about it he was too bitter and threatened to take my kids from me. When i was pregnant for my second child with him i got him with 15 girls flirting and sleeping around i was so devasted and almost lost my child due to stress i put my self together and let it go for my sake of my baby but i swore i was done with this man so i started not to pay too much attention on him and concentrated on raising my kids meanwhile i was caught up had no money of my own and had no relative in contact with i perservered and stayed to have a roof over our heads and to solicit food for my kids. I actually lost sexual appetite towards him for all the disgusting things he does behind my back but he would force me into sex and threaten not to provide if i ddt satisfy him a time came when he would rape me saying am his property and that i couldnt live without him since i dont have any money. It was all verbal violence until may this year 2024when i confronted him about cheating with my cousin and messages of him in a lodge with another girl that he grabbed me by the neck and strangled me and beat up that i started spitting blood..at this point i said to myself i should leave and start a new life i actually told him am leaving and he laughed at me saying u cant leave what are u gonna feed ur kids .i was packing whole day thinking to my self i cant fail to get where to stay but reality hit me and for sure i had no where to go so i unpacked my stuff and stayed its now months and months of sexual, financial,emotional and physical abuse but i dont know where to start with 3 children ive actually contemplated suicide so many times thinking it will ease the pain. Am in fear please advise me

hi. i found out when i was 14 that what happened to me wasn’t okay. i have no idea how to deal with the fact that apparently im a victim of cocsa, so that’s why im here because i have no idea what to do. it started when i was 5, and she was 9. the first time, she asked what kind of princess underwear i was wearing, then asked to see. i showed her and she touched me, then asked if i liked it. i didnt know what i was supposed to like. this went on for some time, and eventually she got my sisters in on it too, they were her age. i didn’t know what it even was but i wanted her to keep hanging out with me alongside them so i didn’t complain. and the sister i shared a room with one night asked if we could “practice” so we could be good for her, then asked me to touch her. she called it her dog house, and i had to help the dog. me and my sister haven’t spoken about that night since it happened, and i cant get it out of my mind. but the girl never stopped with me, one day she came to my house and wanted to sleep over. i was so excited that she asked to sleep in my room with just me, and it got to bedtime, and she asked if i could help her, but i said i didn’t want to so she made me hold her phone that had porn on it, i sat there for however long while she did it, making me watch. i never knew it was wrong or anything, i just loved the idea of her thinking of me. the last time, i was 12. my family took her on our vacation, and she wanted to go back to the condo for whatever, she asked me to come back with her. i was downstairs eating pizza rolls, and she asked me to come upstairs. i walk in the room and her bottoms are off. she asked me to come and sit, and asked if i would help her. i said i didn’t want to, and she just asked me to take my top off and watch. i remember i just sat there staring at myself in the mirror. the whole time. for the first time, i was scared. we then left once she was done, and said nothing. when it was my 14th birthday, i talked abt it, and i was told that it wasn’t okay. 7 years of my life. i didn’t know. and i don’t know how to deal with any of this. any tips or help would be great.

You think your age makes you less to blame, But I carry the weight, I bear the shame. You crossed the line — no excuse to hide, No softer words can wash this tide. I’m not the one who should feel small, You built this cage, you made me fall. No matter your years, no matter your face, You took from me my safe, my space. But here I stand, I claim my voice, I break the chains, I make the choice. I won’t be silent, I won’t back down, I wear my courage like a crown. So hear me now, and hear me clear, Your actions caused this pain and fear. Age won’t protect what you have done— I am the survivor, I have won.

It is with great shame that I confess here. I was a passive enabler of abuse. I had been molested as a girl by an older boy in grade school and should have been less of a coward. I finally turned in my husband and ended his incestuous abuse of his own daughter. I deserve the tears I cry. I was a swing shift nurse and usually slept like a rock with my pill. That night I got out of bed after a few hours and wandered past the kitchen to the other side of the house where my stepdaughter room was. It sounded a little like crying, or laughing.  It was hard to tell what was happening at first though the cracked door on the other side of house. My stepdaughter's room. But soon I made out that my husband was kneeling and leaning forward over the bed with his head between his daughter's spread legs. The noises were panting and squeaking from him performing cunnilingus.  This quickly concluded and he took a position lying in bed and although her body was mostly blocked because she was on the other side of him from the door, It was evident that she was giving her dad fellatio. Her head was rising and falling and he had his hand on her head. She was only nine! I left  and went back to bed, wanting to forget what I had seen. Why not talk to him and stop it right away? I should have. But my husband had lost his wife only a few years before, and my step daughter had lost her mother.  The woman had been paralyzed below the waist and had severe back pain.  She took her own life two months after the injury, days after being discharged home from the hospital. There was a lot between them because of their loss that I could never be a part of. The idea that sexual contact was a means of grieving did not sit well with me but I did not want to make waves.  It seemed voluntary on her part. I loved my husband. It had taken a long time to find him after much hoping and dating and heartache and searching. So maybe I was selfish for wanting to keep my husband. I did not know if it happened very often. I turned a blind eye..   For at least a year and a half I did not get out of bed if I woke up in the middle of sleep time. Then on a Friday night, after I had worked a night shift and stayed up to run errands during the day, then attended my stepdaughter's dance recital where she performed ballet, jazz, and hip hop with her troop, I crashed. But I got up, restless. This time the door to her bedroom was closed and probably locked, lights on from below.  The sounds of my stepdaughter in the throes were loud enough that I went out the back door and around to the window, and stood up on the central air unit to see through the large gap in the curtains.  I had a direct view of my esteemed husband, who is quite good to me, up on his knees on the bed, pumping back and forth. His daughter was bent over in front of him with her bare posterior in the air, down on her elbows.  I could see him moving in and out of her and shaking her whole body with his thrusts.  I felt sudden anger.   I regret that my anger was not about what it should have been about. My anger was jealous anger.  Thoughts of my thirty-four year old body and how it could not compete with the firm adolescent body I saw before me, and that we had watched this beautiful curve-developing girl while holding hands with my husband as she danced in different outfits. I was a little jealous then, not even knowing that he was thinking of her, that way. I kept watching him sex her, unable to consider looking away. He slowed his thrusts and collapsed on the other side of her. I saw her shiny body collapse too. Her breath was so deep and fast. They took a couple minutes to recover and I got more upset when I thought my husband was going to fall asleep with HER. But he got up, talking. He dressed and walked around the bed. She got up, seemingly at his command and they hugged, standing up. He smiled at her and turned toward the door. Only then was the spell broken and I hurried back to the door and went in. He was already showering. I never said anything and let it fade, pretending I did not think about it often. I was more passionate and adventurous with my husband, and colder with my stepdaughter.      A couple years later when I found her crying in her room one day while my husband was out of town, I went in to comfort her. It got around to me mentioning her sexual relationship with her father in an accusatory way. She broke down even farther and told me about how she asked him to stop when she started 8th grade. She had become aware how “crazy” it was and begged him to stop if he loved her. He told her he couldn’t stop because he loved her. Something snapped inside me and I helped her fall asleep and then drove to the police station. I turned myself in and my husband. It was very messy and my life has been since. But I don’t regret it. I only regret waiting five years to end a marriage that I should have ended after five months. I deserve all the tears.

There was a lot of emotions happening in me that led up to the night it happened. I was struggling in my relationship, I was confused about God, I was angry at my friends who didn't include me in their get-together that day. So I drank a lot. I drank a lot of tequila, specifically, which I never do. I don't know the guy's name I went home with that night. I don't know what he looks like. I don't remember leaving the bar with him. I remember "coming-to" for just a minute, realizing I didn't know where I was, and trying to run out of the apartment before collapsing onto the floor in the hallway of the complex and crying. I woke up mostly naked and I was sore and bruised and still very drunk. I don't believe this guy forced himself upon me. I just didn't know what I was saying yes to in the moment, or even who I was saying yes to. I'm still working through the fact that it's not my fault that this happened; it's not his fault - I don't blame him at all, as he was extremely intoxicated as well. But I want other survivors with a story like mine to hear this: just because your story may not involve abuse, just because you were blackout drunk, does not mean that you don't deserve to be considered a survivor. Because you do. You're not alone. You're not alone. You are worthy, you are not damaged, you deserve love. Healing is not linear and it happens in small ways, but it does happen.

I was with my ex and I had just started some new tablets that made me sleepy. I tell my ex that I’m going to sleep and he continues to play his video game. I wake in a daze around an hour later and he is raping me and enjoying it. I react by making noises out of fear and wait for him to finish up the act , I just froze in fear. Once it was over I was mad he never got consent but he told me that he thought I wanted it. It’s been nearly a year and I’m still not over it

I was 18. In college I was part of a ladies team on in college sports team. There were also male teams. There was a inter college tournament that our college was hosting for other male college teams within Ireland. We all had nights out planned and a 'play hard, play hard' attitude. It was great to be part of something - I genuinely loved playing and being part of the club. On one of the nights I was drinking and got to talking with a guy from another college mens team. It was fun and we ended up back at his hotel room, where we had consensual sex. After, I remember feeling groggy and then being suddenly awoken to all these lads barging in. They ripped the bed cover off us and I remember phone flashes going off. It was year so, not exactly amazing phones back them. Slagging of various types ensued but then I remember being held down. At least 2 different men. I remember saying no, please stop. Flashes in and out while I just stared at the corner of the bedside table, thinking how similar it was to the one in my parents room. Weird. I must have slept at some point because I woke up. I got dressed. I remembered nothing. Nothing but the sex with the lad I kissed. Naturally, the next morning is always awkward so I wanted to get out of there. Just as the hotel room door clicked shut I realised I had left my shoes. I knocked back and had to do so loudly as everyone was deep asleep. As I was doing that one of the other team members opened a door across the hall, he stared at me. I said sorry for waking him but I needed my shoes. He just said he was so sorry. I was confused, having no memory of what he was actually talking about, so I said I'm sorry I left my shoes. Eventually someone opened the door and I got my shoes. Leaving the hotel and walking to the nearest bus stop, I felt appropriately hung over but sore. Down there. I'd never been sore before. Guess we must have really gone for it, I thought. Fast forward to lockdown 3 during Covid, I began experiencing severe nightmares that weren't nightmares. The missing memories came back over 2/3 months and I realised that I had been rated multiple times. That my brain had protected me until now. My SA, unknowingly, had a huge impact on my formative years - I came out as bisexual just 2 years ago. I feel I would have had a very different 20's but I met a decent guy, stuck with him like glue and am now married with a child. Due to the memory block, I have no recourse. No sense of justice so I just hope those boys, now grown men, are better than they were.

Starting off, I want to share that healing is not the same for everybody. We all take different paths, bumps or curves in the road, or heal directly, without interference. Me personally, it took about 2-4 years until I realized I had been sexually assaulted. When I first learned the meaning, I presumed it "didn't count", and that it wasn't what I thought due to the manner of which the act was committed. I spoke with a close friend online, and he helped me to understand that it in fact was, sexual assault. I was about 13-14 at this time, I'd never been taught the importance or gruesome facts of sexual assault. I resented many people, accordingly my parents for not informing me, or preparing me. I blamed many others including myself. Although, it never felt as if the weight was taken off of my chest, off of my head, or my body. At 15, I sought help via the suicide hotline. I felt like there was nothing left for me, and the shame I felt, my lack of a voice to speak out. I was provided appropriate resources, indulged myself in meditation, which did have a positive effect, yet wasn't enough. Nobody in my life knew of what happened, except for a mystery woman on the other end of the hotline. I remembered then the ease I felt speaking to that one woman whom I hadn't even known, and realized the ease I could feel if I told people I DID know. I began to speak to friends, and anyone I trusted although never my parents, and still have not. Now, I'm older although there are struggles still with my nightmares, some guilt, I have found peace. I've found strength, courage, a feather now on my chest replacing the 40 pound anchor sunk into it, my heart and mind has healed. I've found love for others and myself. In the time I've spent healing from self harm, suicidal tendencies, self isolation, and guilt, I've learned one important factor, and that is I am not, alone. Nobody is alone in their struggles and there is something out there or somebody at all times to positively rebuild us and guide us to peace. I hope for anybody and everybody struggling to find peace, finds that peace, and can one day replace the anchor with the same feather.

I was between 3 and 4 (which I know because of the dress I was wearing and the fact I wasn’t in school yet). He was my dad’s friend and I liked him a lot, and I thought we were cool. He was staying in our guest room and he was with us for about a week. One night, I ended up downstairs in the guest room (I can’t remember how) and the rest from there is blank. Next thing I can remember is him touching me, he was molesting me. A lot is a blur, but I can remember him touching my private parts while muttering some stuff, stuff that still haunts my mind. I can’t even hear someone tell their dog that she’s “a good girl” without my stomach twisting and me becoming physically sick. I remember him on top of me. I can remember the feeling of him kissing my neck and feeling my head banging, almost like a migraine, because of the pain rushing to my head. I remember him humping me while I worried someone was going to find out, because even though I didn’t know what was happening, I knew it was wrong. I remember staying quiet, with only occasional whimpers of pain, because I was hurting and afraid. I blocked that experience out for years until the memories started to resurface when I was 12. I always knew something happened, but could never put my finger on it. I was extremely hyper sexual as a child and knew too much about sex, and I always wanted to attention of older men. However, the moment I stopped digging into my hyper sexuality is the moment the memories flushed in. I would cry at night, praying to God to help me. I wanted to throw my brain across the room. Yet, despite these emotions, I doubted myself and my memory. So, I continued to keep quiet and let out occasional small cries, just like I did when I was that 3/4 year-old girl. Two years after finding out about my abuse, my own brother began to abuse me, only I had already knew he had done it previously. My brother and I used to be best friends, but there were moments that got inappropriate, starting when I was around 8. I never initiated anything, but at the same time, I didn’t used to see a problem with it. Which I still slightly hate myself for, even though I know it wasn’t my fault. I can still vividly remember the time he pinned me down and closed the bedroom door. I remember saying, “what are you doing? Open the door, you know we aren’t allowed to close it.” He came right back and hovered over me. My memory is blurry, so I can’t remember where he touched me, or even if he did, but I know he had intended to do something if he didn’t already do it. However, it was when my older sister busted into the room and yelled, “what are you doing?!”. I remember my brother looking horrified while I, being naive and not understanding the severity of the situation, said in the happiest voice “we were playing and pinned me down”. I thought we were playing, but my sister’s tone when telling my brother to unpin me told me otherwise. The abuse started back up when I was 14 and continued until right before my 17th birthday. This time he was more subtle. He would expose himself and do everything in his power to get me to look. I caught him in my room standing over me while he thought I was asleep, only leaving once he realized I was awake. Then it escalated to physical contact, but still doing it subtly. He started rubbing up against me, first time in front of my mom. My other and I were talking about food, and he came up and rubbed up on me. I was very uncomfortable and froze, and what did my mother do? Change the subject. She changed the subject and pretended that nothing happened. I believe this is why he kept going because he realized he could do it in front of people and get away with it. So for 2 and a 1/2 years straight, he exposed his backside and rubbed up against me. I remember the first time I realized that I was being sexually abused by my brother, and I cried. It was in the midnight hours when I wept, begging for it to stop. It would stop for a short period of time, but then he would do it again. Remembering my past sexual assault and trying to process that while also being abused by my brother was one of the hardest things I’ve ever experienced. I used to have terrible nightmares which would end up with me waking up gasping for air. But I’m still fighting and still surviving. I’m finally accepting that I’m a survivor. At 19, I am a survivor of Childhood Sexual Abuse and Incest.

I, I don’t quite know how to start this. I’m confused, scared, and don’t have anyone to confide in when it comes to, this type of stuff. I’ll start at the beginning I guess. A bit of background, my parents were never married, there was a custody battle going on until I was about 6 (lasted from when I was born until I was 6), and my step mom was in the picture, and my younger sister was born when I was 2. As a kid I was, fascinated for lack of better words, with private body parts and sexual acts. I have no recollection of how I learned of these things, and that’s what haunts me. I can remember being a young child, maybe 5, being infatuated with pregnancy, birth, sex, among other personal things of the sorts. It makes me nauseous just to think about it now. My dad used to watch the news & Two and a Half Men around me as a child, but that’s the only exposure I can recall when it came to sexual acts. I have a few memories of my dad spreading some sort of cream onto my vagina as a young child, and to this day I cannot tell whether or not it was not meant as a sexual act, and that perhaps I had a rash or something, or if it was meant as a sexual act. Either way that’s one of the most disgusting memories I have. As I grew up, maybe about 3-7 range, my curiosity and infatuation expanded, I would touch myself and actively seek out books that contained pregnancy, for example, some health books at my after school program. I also struggled with potty issues, such as constipation and other things. Private parts have been well, very private, for as long as I can remember. And this is where I have the most trouble. As a child, perhaps 5 years old with my 3 year old sister, or maybe I was 6 and she was 4, either way we were both young. We would play “house” and whatnot with our stuffed animals, and would often have our “husbands” and “kids” but we often acted out the pregnancies, which I suppose is to be expected of two young impressionable girls. Everything stayed with just our stuffed animals, but I have one horrid memory between her and I. All I remember is sitting under some covers in my bed- the fucking bed I’m laying on as I type this out- I had my underwear off, and she was under the covers as the “baby”. God I feel like I’m gonna puke typing this. She mentioned that it was hot, and I think I told her to stay down there. I can’t remember, I’ve tried to hard to forget this memory. I feel so guilty. I’m scared she remembers. I’m scared she hates me. I love my sister, she’s my absolute world and I would give my life to make sure she’s safe. I was a child. A child who I don’t know if I was raped or molested as. A child who was dealing with the ever changing custody battle. A child who slept in her mom and dads beds because she was scared to be alone. A girl who slept in her dads bed until she was 11, and slept in her moms bed until she was 14. A girl whose scared of her past and worried of her future. I don’t know what to do, I feel so bad knowing that I may have sexually manipulated my younger sister and another childhood friend. I didn’t know that was wrong as a kid, I know it’s wrong now and I hate myself. I hate myself for not knowing if I was sexually abused as a kid, and I hate my child self for doing those things. I can’t look at pictures of myself as a child, only seeing her as a monster who was possibly molested/raped and who took her own confused and scared feelings out on two people around her. I don’t know what to do anymore, I just live with this horrid knowledge and accept the fact that it happened, and that it sits, simmering in my chest for years and years.

It was shortly after I had turned twenty when it happened. I had met him on a night out 1.5 years before while I was traveling and we had hit it off. He was the first guy I really really liked and to my 18 year old self it seemed like love at first sight. I had never experienced anything as intense before. We went on a date but nothing more than a goodnight kiss happened. After I went back home we periodically kept in touch. Come next year, and I flew back to visit a good friend of mine. He knew that I would be in town again and we made plans to catch up. As soon as we saw each other again all the butterflies came rushing back. We went to a bar, had some wine and a great conversation and everything seemed so easy and good. That night we slept together the first time. It also was my first time and I wanted it to be with him. He was gentle, caring and much more concerned about my wellbeing than his pleasure. He communicated constantly. He asked if I was okay. I fell asleep in his arms that night thinking how lucky I was. So I was completely blindsided for what happened the next time I slept at his place. He asked me if I wanted to come over to his apartment for a movie night and a sleepover. I was a bit hesitant to say yes. Not because I didn't want to see or be with him in general but because I had gotten my period a day or two before and I knew I didn't want to sleep with him during that time. But I didn't want to text him that, so I agreed and thought I would just let him know in person when it came to that point. (Did I mention I was super naive?) I was so sure that, even if a little disappointed, he would understand me. That it would be enough for him to just cuddle and be together. Especially after that first night it never even crossed my mind once that he might not respect my boundaries. But I was wrong. While watching the movie we had started kissing and making out a bit - all of which I was totally on board with. He had started to undress me and when I was just in my underwear I told him to pause. I explained to him that I was on my period and that I was sorry but I couldn't sleep with him that night because of that. He told me it didn't matter, that it wasn't weird or gross or anything like that. That it was normal. That it didn't bother him. Which was all nice and good but this wasn't about him. It was about me being uncomfortable and weirded out by the idea. Not to mention that I had just started being intimate with someone and period-sex was the absolute last thing on my mind I wanted to try out. So I kept saying "I don't know", "I'm not sure", "But it still feels weird..." and we dropped the conversation and went back to kissing. In my mind I had told him I didn't want to go further and that the matter was settled, even though I didn't outright say no again and I wasn't very firm in the way I was speaking. But maybe he thought I was reluctantly agreeing? Because just a few minutes later he was on top of me, asked me if I was "ready" and before I could even process what was happening he pushed himself inside of me. He didn't wait for an answer. I can't even recall him removing my slip or putting on a condom. I just froze. I couldn't move or speak. I didn't dare tell him that he had just pushed the tampon I was (obviously??) using inside of me and that I was in pain, because I was so ashamed. Somehow, I thought it was may responsibility to let him know beforehand and that I had neglected that responsibility. I prayed he didn't notice. My mind couldn't understand what was going on and how the situation could have taken such a turn in a matter of minutes. I couldn't for the life of me comprehend how that was the same person who had been so incredibly gentle and caring before. How was it possible that now he didn't look me in the eyes, kiss me or ask me if I was okay? How could he not notice that I wasn't making a sound or participating at all? Or was I just being overly sensitive? So I laid there and waited for it to be over, trying to hide my face from him because I wasn't sure what kind of emotion it was showing. After he was finished he threw away the condom and came back into bed. He gave me the same shirt to sleep in as he had done the last time. I was still in the same spot where he had left me. When he crawled under the blanket next to me I thought, no I hoped, that he would pull me close to him. That we would cuddle again until one of us fell asleep. I needed to feel some sense of normality. But instead, without saying a word, he turned me around so that I would face the wall instead of him. Then he went to sleep as if nothing had happened. I felt so used. So dirty. So empty. So hurt. Like a toy you could put back into its box after you were done playing with it. When he was asleep I tiptoed to the bathroom to clean myself up and quickly try to remove the tampon. Without the little string visible tho it was impossible to do that and I didn't want to take too much time in the bathroom as to not arise any suspicion. So I went back to bed and tried to fall asleep. The next morning I got back to my friends apartment and she asked me how it was. I smiled. I said it was a great night. I told her about my little tampon predicament without mentioning how exactly it came to that and made fun of myself. I joked about how awkward of a trip to an Obgyn that would be. We laughed about it. Eventually I got it out myself. Over the next weeks I saw him again a few times in group settings. We were super weird and awkward around each other. I hoped we would return back to normal. I still had feelings for him and I wanted him to like and want me too. But we never got back to how it was before and eventually our situationship faded out and left me feeling conflicted and confused. But still I told myself over and over again that what had happened that night wasn't that big of a deal and that it was just a bad experience, like everyone has from time to time. That it was a case of miscommunication. That he didn't mean to overstep my boundaries. It took me over two years to question this self-created narrative. Then it took another year to finally and truly admit to myself that that night wasn't consensual. He didn't need to use any force or threat for it to be wrong. Even if it didn't fit the descriptions of SA that I was taught, I knew that something happened that should't have. It was freaking painful to realise. And still I felt like somehow I didn't have the right to feel that affected by what had happened. It wasn't a clear cut situation. It was more like this grey area and I didn't know where to place my experience. But maybe it doesn't need a specific category to still count. It's been over 5 years since it happened and I only really started my healing journey about fifteen months ago. I'm still not completely over the feelings of shame, guilt, betrayal, confusion and anger. Often I still feel numb and detached. But there are good phases as well. I just need to get to a point where this event doesn't dictate my life anymore. Where the memory is only an interruption of the good times and not the other way around. A few months ago I told a friend of mine. Her understanding and support helped in more ways than I thought. It was frightening to open myself up to someone but now I'm glad I did. My next step will be to start therapy. I'll close that chapter and move on with my life. And then I'll see where to go from there.

I was in my early 20's, moved to Long Island from an upstate town for college and graduated with honors. I was excited to land a job in NYC with a large financial/insurance company. My boss was a young fairly handsome married man with good manners and was so nice at first. I was warned by a few woman to watch out for him because he was a player. Well naive me fell for his attention. At first the things g's he did seemed innocent, like walking with me to Penn Station. That turned into stopping off for drinks which then turned into kissing and touching . I look back at how stupid I was as he reeled me in and wonder why I did this. I can only say that I had left home because I did not have a good relationship with my dad and I was attention starved and he pounced on that. One thing led to another and I met him at a hotel. I felt awful after and wanted to end it but he threatened my job that I really needed. People started suspecting things at work and before I knew it, this smart student had a reputation. This went on for months and he was very controlling. He also would do things to make me jealous and to undermine my confidence. I hated myself. I believe his higher ups talked him into transferring me to a different dept in a different building so he could advance in his career. He did advance, quickly. I, on the other hand, moved and so did my reputation and my low self esteem. I had a couple of other encounters in the new area and finally changed companies altogether, which was the best thing I ever did. At the new company I remade myself and became and was seen as the true professional I am. I went back to school for my masters, have a beautiful family and a great career. BUT... I still have bouts of shame and at times my self esteem p!unges. None of my family or friends know any of this. I still harbor resentment against this man who retired at a very high level and runs a consulting company now. I wonder how many other women and careers he affected.

It was the mid-90's. I am not sure of the exact year or date, yet I am trying hard to figure this out. I have recently been trying to go back a fit the pieces together - I am told this is part of the healing, although I would prefer to just keep it tucked away - way back - in my head, so that I do not have to process it. Yet I want to move on from it. For years, I kept this to myself. I am a strong woman. I survived cancer at the age of 23. I traveled the world by myself - I moved to Australia by myself, I put myself through grad school - by myself. I got married, got divorced and then adopted and am now raising my daughter - by myself. But I am not someone who likes being alone. I am an extrovert. I love people. I love being n partnership with a man. I always thought I would build a family together with someone. But, here I am. It happened right after grad school. It was the early 90's and the job market was tight. I tried so hard to find a good job. I believed n myself. I had a Masters degree in international business from the top business school in the world. I came back to my hometown of Location and joined the international business committee at the Chamber of Commerce. It was there that I met Name. He offered to help me find a job in my field. He was a powerful man. He had been one of the founders of Organization. I was in my early 30's and he would have been probably in his 60's or 70's. He offered to meet for lunch, and said to meet him at his office near Street Address. I was excited to have someone of his caliber believing in in me and in my court. I wore my business suit and drove to his office. It seemed strange that it was a small older building. I parked and went inside the building. There was no one at the reception deck. In fact, the building seemed really quite - there seemed to be no one there. I say "Hello" and Name said to come on back to his office. I walked down a short hall to his office - which was a big office with his desk at the far end and in the middle of the room. I said hello, and we made some small talk, before we were going to head out to lunch. I was sitting in the guest chair on the other side of his desk. He got up to get his coat (I thought) but then I realized he had actually closed the door. I felt trapped. I was trapped. WTF! He came back towards me and told me he wanted to have sex with me. I was stunned. I did not know what to do. I was so confused. He walked towards me and started to touch me and leaned in to kiss me. I pushed him away and was able to somehow get around him. I ran for the door. I ran outside. I ran to my car and drove a block or two away. And I sat in my car for hours and cried - too paralyzed to move. I did not know what to do or who to tell. It would be my word against his. He was rich and super powerful. I was just starting my career. He could ruin me. No one would believe me. I told one or two friends at the time, yet I cannot recall which ones. I carried it with me, and stuffed the experience further down as time went on. Or so I thought - but I had a hard time trusting men. Then the Me Too movement happened and it all started to come back to me. I have struggled to fit the pieces of that day and time back together. Certain that he must have died by now, why speak up? Because it was so premeditated, so calculating, so intentional - I am certain I am not the only one who was the victim of his abuse - his sexual abuse, his manipulation, his abuse of power, abuse of trust, abuse of authority, etc. I want to expose him because the world needs to know what kind of man he was. And because my voice could give rise to other voices - it could empower other to come forward. It makes me so angry that this mans abuse has affected my life so much. Yet by sharing my story, I am further along in the healing process. And I hope that by speaking up - I help to create a slightly safer place for my daughter to grow up.

It was a cold snowy winter night just before the COVID shutdown spread across the country. I was attending the second-year graduate school class reception with a group of friends from the second-year graduate class. My "date" as my invitation to attend that class's event was really someone everyone knew was in a committed long-distance relationship and just using the extra ticket as a fun excuse to invite me as friend. It was a fun time to explore a historic mansion while having food and wine. An hour later, as it was about to conclude, one of the second-year's partners turns to me and tells me she would really like to meet me at a bar, and a group of people from that class are planning to go there. I turn to my "date" and we both agree to go. We drove to the vintage bar, one I never had been to before. I walk in through the snow and ice in my black high heels in a cocktail dress covered by my winter jacket, trying my best not to trip. A cocktail and a few conversations among classmates of my "date" later, I find myself in the corner chatting with the person who invited me to the bar from the reception. Something seemed off from the start of the conversation -- and it only got worse. The 30-something-appearing cis woman was a faculty member, yet seemed to serial date younger, new students at the same professional school -- a fact a classmate mentioned in passing with an eye-roll earlier. The one-to-one conversation with me appeared to go in circles, with her repeating the same stories over and over again without realizing that she was doing so. Awkward conversation, but it would just be a temporarily annoyance, my thought was. Yet it took an even more bizarre turn. She kept getting closer to closer to me as she was talking. At one point, she touched my shoulder, ostensibly to make a comment about how she liked my dress. She was mentioning her professional expertise and connections in the field I was, and still am, most interested in entering. She then started asking me awkward questions about how I was visibly trans, and then mentioned as a complete non-sequitur how she was the dominant "masculine" partner in her relationship. And then, to my horror, I noticed her abruptly lifting the bottom of my dress up and reaching underneath my dress to attempt to grope either my inner thigh...or worse. This wasn't just a slight motion; her hand was fully underneath my dress and moving fast upwards, from what I could clearly see from the brief glimpse I took. I immediately stepped backwards with a wide-eyed look on my face, in total disbelief of what just happened...and what did not happen that was mere seconds away from fully happening. She turned away in a hurry and walked back to her partner at the bar -- who was oblivious to what just happened -- grabbed him by the arm, and made an excuse to request to leave. This was not the first time I had experience attempted or completed sexual assault. Just like when I experienced rape the year of my college graduation, during a different cold winter night years earlier, I remember feeling puzzled, confused, and very much *not* wanting to put a label on what just happened to me. The events of each night leading up to the sexual assault always seem so random and not predictable as they are happening, but in retrospect, it is so easy to attempt to scrutinize every detail as a possible warning sign of what was to come. Yet I do not even want to think about the likely reality that the attempted sexual assault I experienced that night seemed to happen due to being visibly trans. When people think of post-traumatic stress disorder from an evolutionary perspective, it is typically thought of as an adaptive way to avoid situations of future danger. But when you're scared of social events and comments about personal identity, just think of how unpredictable the healing journey is.

Hi hope this help me in healing in some way, Daughter of Strong Mom & supported by strong sisters still it made me scared when i faced sexual harassment at my office . It was new city new job got so much support from office people around joined this company in Date , shifted to City 1 from City 2 in Date 2 till Date 3 everything was great till that dreadful Date 4 came in i was at my highest & happiest point in my job being HR Manager in that company people being happy everyone being so supportive but i never knew the CEO is harboring ill intention towards me. 1) Date 5: - One fine day CEO called me for one-on-one lunch at restaurant opposite to our office. These 1-1’s are done with core committee members of which I was also a part. During that lunch he asked me personal probing questions like why & when did I get divorced (he already knew about my divorce), how bad my marriage was? Why I have never forgiven my husband? Such questions were too intrusive and made me really uncomfortable. 2) Date 6: - We were in our office and about to leave for home at around Time, CEO, who lives close to my house, for the first time, offered to drop me home. I accepted his offer as it was late, and on the way, he suddenly asked me to join him for a one-on-one dinner at Restaurant which I accepted. During this dinner, CEO spoke unfavourably about my reporting manager and his wife, which made me feel uneasy. He was very demeaning about her work and overall thinking, claiming that she doesn’t understand anything about business and life. 3) Right Next day of this incident: - The following day, in the morning hours of office , CEO saw me and his wife my reporting manager discussing something and immediately called me to his cabin and specifically instructed me not to mention about our dinner on the previous night to his wife as he had told her that he was out dining with a friend. I was caught in a dilemma and didn’t know what to tell her. It was clear that CEO had lied to his wife about our dinner. This event was discomforting to me as I could not understand why he would lie to his wife about this. 4) 2 days later: - CEO asked me & 3 other senior female employees to join for a dinner after office. During this dinner, I received a call from his wife which I missed as I was engrossed in a discussion. Then she made call to one of the other senior female who received her call and informed her that we were all out for dinner with CEO. As soon as he realised this, he was furious and shouted at that senior female employee for receiving his wife’s call and telling her about the dinner plan. This was very weird for me as I could not understand why he would do such a thing. Then other senior female told me that I should not worry about it too much and not take this personally because my reporting manager comes from village mentality so she always doubted CEO & his intentions. After our dinner CEO again offered to drop me home. We were only the two of us in the car wherein He again started demeaning and making derogatory comments about his wife and suggested that I should not share anything with her as she would not understand due to her "small village mentality’’, which again made me uncomfortable. This was the first time when I realised that CEO says such things about his wife to every one at company & people believe him blindly. 5) Date 7: - We had a team dinner party , wherein I was talking to my other colleagues and I did speak a lot to one of the COO that evening, which was observed by CEO who then confronted me and asked me not to befriend anyother COO or spend too much time with them. 6) Same week: - CEO asked me 2nd time to join him for one-on-one dinnerduring which he repeated those negative comments about his wife and specifically mentioned that “she does not love company the way he does” . CEO also claimed that “no one in leadership team understood him due to their orthodox thinking”. He once again offered to drop me home and, on our way, back from dinner. He started touching my shoulders & hands inappropriately, which I immediately told him not to do so and very clearly explained that I am already in relationship & these things are making me very uncomfortable to which he responded saying Ok and stopped doing it then. 7) After couple of days: - He again asked me out for dinner and mentioned that this was his way to apologise for the events that occurred a couple of days ago. He also assured me that he would not drink during the meal. He also apologised during the dinner for his behaviour. During this dinner I clearly expressed my discomfort about being alone with him & refused to go for any more one on one dinners with him. He remained silent and then dropped me back home. 8) In the same week: - After an office party , CEO was drunk and made unwanted advances towards me while driving me back home. He stopped his car on the way to my home, and spoke about how the rest of COO’s were taking advantage of his friendship & sometimes he feels lonely. He then tried to hold my hand and leaned towards me, which made me uncomfortable and I warned him then that I would report him if he continued to behave inappropriately with me. After listening to this he remained silent and dropped me home. After each incident next day he would come & appologise & ask for forgiveness in name of his childrens which really made me in very trapped place those times. 9) Last week of Date 2: - During an office party , I observed CEO was rubbing shoulders of another female junior colleague which made me uncomfortable and furious as I had realised his ill intentions towards me and maybe he was harbouring similar ill intentions towards other female colleagues. I felt helpless and trapped and was not able to explain to others what was happening to me. So, I stormed out of cafeteria & all the rest of the female colleagues came after me to ask why I had left. Then I requested some of the ladies for a smoke break downstairs in which one of Senior employee also accompanied us and enquired about my reaction as to why I came out and was insisting on leaving the party immediately. While we were there till around Time 2, CEO came down and asked Admin Manager, to bring his car around and started insisting that I should get in the car with him so that he can drop me home, to which I shouted that I did not want to be alone in the car with him. Despite my protests, nobody seemed to be listening. I then said that if any other female gets in the car, only then would I get in. Eventually, on eof the lady accompanied me, but even in the car, I was crying and was furious when CEO attempted to touch my shoulder. I told him not to touch me. At that moment, female colleague of mine who was seated in the rear seat, whispered to me, asking why I was reacting like this, stating that he was the CEO and could fire us the next day. We just took a round in the car and came back to the office. I felt helpless and went back upstairs to office cafeteria. He then threatened me not to create a scene and insisted he would drop me home, which he did. Later that same night, I shared these events with my boyfriend, who suggested that I should report this officially and quit my job. 10) Next day only: - I confronted CEO in his office and informed him that I wished to quit my job. He tried to convince me that I had misunderstood everything; but then went on to threaten me that I would face serious consequences if I reported anything, especially to his wife . He also stated that I could never refuse to attend office parties or deny him when he would offer a ride. I realised that I was completely trapped and was being harassed. 11) Same week: - When my boyfriend came to pick me up CEO lterally stopped me & forced me to stay and have dinner with the team at the office cafeteria, but I stood firm and left for the day. 12) Date 8: - CEO asked me to come to his cabin and told me ‘‘we will go to other city as we also have hiring activities scheduled there” to which I immediately asked who else would accompany us during this visit? He then mentioned that “nobody can come as they are all busy with something”. He sensed my hesitation and then clearly said “That he is really attracted tiwards me & want to have sex with me”. Hearing this I immediately left the cabin and went into another cabin where he followed me and tried to convince me. This is where I again made it very clear that I was not interested in anything like this as I was in a committed relationship and that he was crossing the line and making me uncomfortable to which he quickly apologized. However, I no longer felt safe around him and insisted to him that there should be always be another person present whenever I needed to communicate with him as one on one communication with him in his cabin or anywhere else was harassing and uncomfortable. After that incident of me outrightly rejecting his advances, his behaviour towards me took a turn for the worse. He began to disrespect and target me in the presence of the leadership team. Whenever I brought this up as a concern to my reporting manager on any COO's, they dismissed it by saying that when CEO is in a bad mood, he talks like that, and suggested that I should approach him individually to resolve the issue. However, when I tried to ask CEO why was he behaving this way he told me very clearly that it’s his choice to treat someone differently without any reason. 13) Last week of Date 9: - During an HR meeting with the leadership team, he very rudely and incorrectly stated that I do not do my work & simply make up excuses & stories around it. Although I remained quiet at the time, I later expressed to to few of the senior employees at office that I couldn't tolerate this kind of disrespectful behaviour towards me. But they all dismissed it by saying that CEO's behaves like that with everyone, but I told them that I expect to be treated with professional respect. One of the guy even suggested that I take some time off during the upcoming holiday to reflect on how I should be dealing with this toxic behaviour. 14) By next week: - I had to take a sick leave because I wasn't feeling well and was mentally stressed out. On that day, CEO made my reporting manager do a conference call on my phone and in front of her, he upfrontly mocked me for my sick leave. This comment made me feel even more stressed out as it seemed like he was taunting me. Furthermore, whenever he was in the office, he specifically wanted me to be physically present at work even though we follow a hybrid work model, and this caused me additional stress. 15) Month end of Date 9: - I was feeling harassed, disrespected, tortured and trapped and could not take it anymore. I decided to confide in our company Titled Person about CEO's behaviour as we do have POSH law being followed at our company. Even she agreed that CEO behaviour towards me had changed drastically, and asked if I wanted to report it. However, she also questioned how I would prove it and expressed concerns about this ruining CEO family if I were to report it to IC comittee. Her response made me change my mind about reporting the incident, and She personally assured me that she would speak with CEO so that he would not repeat such behaviour towards me again. Although I felt somewhat reassured, looking back, now I realize that I may have been manipulated and should have reported the incident to the LCC at that time itself. 16) Date 10: - During our office photoshoot, post Client Servicing team’s meeting in CEO asked rest of the team to leave and asked only me to stay back & apologised to me one-on one stating that he was having some issues in his personal life due to which he behaved inappropriately with me. I again reminded him that I have already asked to have third person involved in every discussion as I’m not at all comfortable being alone in the same space as him. I also mentioned that I was not interested in his personal life and want to strictly maintain a professional working relationship. 17) Date 11: - CEO continuously insisted that I have alcohol with him during our company's Annual Day Award ceremony , even in front of others, despite my clear refusal. He was literally mocking me in front of the hotel staff at the bar. Later that night, I was conversing with team where CEO came suddenly & stayed back to spend some time with team, during that time one of the guy asked CEO whether it was right or wrong for a married man to have feelings for another woman outside of his marriage. CEO looked at me and stated that he believes it is not wrong to have such feelings, but it depends on whether the woman shares those feelings, and it would not be wrong until they start a relationship. This statement again made me uncomfortable, and I left the room after a few minutes. 18) In Date 12 during my appraisal time: - In CEO's cabin, in my one on one conversation he threatened me again about reporting any personal incidents with anybody, and mentioned that my reporting to Titled Person could have resulted in my termination within two days. He then subtly threatened me to stop reporting things and stated that he had made moves in the past that had caused others to leave company voluntarily. Therefore, if I wanted to secure my job as long as he sits in that chair, I had to do what he says blindly, without giving feedback, asking no questions, and refraining from reporting or sharing things with anyone, particularly with his wife/my reporting Manager. Same evening, we also had a small party in the office cafeteria, while we were in the cafeteria, CEO made a statement in presence of more than 15 employees which was clearly directed at me saying “As a guy, he believes if a guy expresses his feelings to a girl and she says she's not interested or just wants to be friends, it's a tactic from the girl's side to make the guy chase her. This was really frustrating and pathetic to say the least. It made me feel nauseous and uncomfortable again. Later on, I went downstairs with few ladies to smoke and get some fresh air. CEO followed us and asked other ladies to share smoke. During that time, he looked at me and made a comment, "Remember last time when we were standing here, she was crying. She was sad that day, wasn't she?" One of the female employee corrected him, saying that” I was angry but didn't share the reason why”. CEO then looked at me and asked me “why I was angry”. It made me feel like he was mocking me, and all the negative memories came rushing back. I simply replied that” I didn't want to talk about it” and left the party shortly after. 19) Coming Monday: - I resigned from my position and had a detailed one-on-one conversation with bothTitled Person & My reporting Manager where I explained the harassment I had been experiencing since Date 1. My reporting manager acknowledged that she had suspected something was happening and had confronted CEO about it, but he denied everything. My reporting manager/ his wife now had proof and asked me to confront him with her as there have been issues in their married life & they have been in counselling where she always failed to prove what CEO/her hisband is doing wrong, for this I reminded her that as my reporting manager, I was sharing my reasons and asked if she could guarantee my safety, to which she couldn't give an answer. Therefore,they both requested me to write everything in an email only keeping it marked to them & CC to CEO & not to keep any other COO’s marked in mail and let both pf them conduct an investigation or discussion. As it had become a hostile work environment for me, I felt that my only option was to resign.They never did any investigation or discussion i just left in one day not stating any reason to the team which later made other employees reaching out to me as they all were being told that i was not able to handly my job responsibilities so i just left. After this incident it was almost 7 days i just locked myself in my bedroom not able to eat sleep properly as i was so depressed then my friends suggested to take help from counsellor & should report it to rigth authority which i did, after few days some former female employees contacted me and shared that harassment cases have been occurring in that company for a long time by other male employees too, but no one wants to report them as the people in leadership and some old employees including old female employees are also involved in covering up such cases. The harassment I experienced has left me severely depressed and caused me to lose significant achievements in my career, ultimately resulting in me losing my job. All of this is simply because I refused to engage in any of sexual advances. It is so sad & unfortunate that we are still not getting right support to face such sexal harassments & even females are nbeing part of covering up such harrassments. Hope the enquiry done by authorities yield some positive result but till now their is no response of notice sent to company's CEO, he is living freely & do no care as he is also aware that no body will stand with victim as his own wife can not take stand. I only wish if women become more stronger & authentic in helping each other.

I suppose the beginning was when I was 5 years old and the 11 year old neighbor boy, who's mom was babysitting me, wanted to show me porn and then act it out. I was confused and had no idea what any of it was, but looked up to him, so let him do what he wanted. This led to the dirty dark secret of masturbation, which I continued to do with tremendous guilt until I became an adult and learned that pleasuring oneself was okay. I don't know exactly what my parents did, but something in my upbringing made me not feel as if my feelings or wants/needs were of any importance, so when I started developing friendships and other relationships, I couldn't tell people "no" or to stop - I didn't trust my own thoughts and feelings. When I turned 6, I met my best friend, who soon became my only friend as she became very jealous of sharing me with others. I don't blame her at the time, she was also a product of her abusive environment, but it was the true beginning. As we got older she introduced me to drugs and older boys and often set me up with boys, like the drunk 16 year old who was always trying to feel up my shirt when I was 12, or the cute, sweet boy whom she would purposely undress in front of to show of her much larger breasts. As I hit high school I would often date whomever was the most persistent and more often than not ended up with guys that only wanted one thing and only cared for themselves. I was told I was "crazy" when I finally got up the courage to demand to be treated better. I was hog-tied and dressed up, paraded around naked, and told I'd be the best girlfriend if I just didn't talk - I was dead inside. I even got to a point where I thought I was being sex-positive and that it was my idea - I was a brave rebel, all while my self worth crumbled to the ground. I became pregnant at 17 and didn't know who the father was...maybe it was my boyfriend who had sex with me then broke up right after saying he'd miss the sex but nothing else, maybe it was the guy who offered me a ride home from a party whom I decided to have sex with instead of going home to the black hole that was my home life - I didn't care what happened to me at that point, I faced each day indifferent to living or dying. However, though I don't recommend becoming pregnant in that situation to anyone, it saved me. I may not have cared about myself, but I cared about my baby. It was a short reprieve though as after she was born I felt a sense of responsibility to the potential father and got a DNA test. Turns out it was the one night stand and in my young foolish grew-up-with-divorced-parents mind I decided to take him up on the offer to be a "family". I spent 15 years married to someone who became an alcoholic and thought I was there for his pleasure. I didn't understand that rape could happen in a marriage as I'd been thoroughly brainwashed into believing it was my "duty" and that as an uneducated stay-at-home mom, I would lose my children if he decided to divorce me, so I did my "duty". It got to a point where changing clothes caused panic - I didn't want to be naked around him because that would turn him on and be me "asking for it", so I would frantically get dressed when he was in another room. He cheated on me and I still had to make amends, the fear of losing my children and them being alone with him was greater than my freedom was worth. I finally was able to enroll in college and a miraculous thing happened I made friends and discovered I had value as a human being and deserved to be treated better. I also discovered that I was more than capable to take care of myself and my kids without him, so I finally finished filling out the divorce papers that I had tried to fill out four times before that - it was terrifying and I never got child support from him because my kids (who were teenagers at this point) and I were scared he would request custody just so he wouldn't have to pay me. Plus, I was terrified to be in the same room with him...something my family will never understand because he was such a "nice guy". To be honest there's even more encounters than this, little things like being grabbed in the crotch at clubs and even roofied, though thankfully, my friends and the bartender were able to intervene and save me. With this many things it makes me feel at times as if I really was "asking for it" in a way, but then I wake up. No one deserves to be treated like a commodity or really like something disposable to be used up and thrown out, no matter what they wear or how they look or that they didn't protest loudly enough.

he was a few years older than me. i thought i loved him and i let him do things because i didn’t want him to leave me. i didn’t want to do the things he told me to do, and i told him that. but he manipulated me into doing them anyways. so from then on i just let it happen because he “liked” me. i was so so young and he was on the verge of being an adult. i didn’t realize what had happened until years afterwards. there’s no proof that would hold in court so he can’t even be held accountable. it makes me sick.