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I was assaulted by a man, who was an acquaintance, in my apartment. We had hooked up once before, and it had been quick but fine. Things started consensually, but at one point it began to hurt me and I asked him if we could stop. At that point, he pushed down on my upper back, high enough that my mouth was half pushed into the pillow. I froze, and couldn't move at all. I just waited for him to finish whatever it was he wanted to do. The aftermath was extremely confusing. I first thought that it was just a bad experience. But as the months went on, I realised it was playing on my mind too much to be dismissed as that. Six months after the assault, I sought some medical tests. It was a year after, amid a particular run of sexual assault stories in the media, that I contacted rape crisis centre to get help. I also reported to the Gardai several years after my assault, and while they handled it well they also warned that if I was to pursue an investigation that the process could be very exposing and I chose not to take it further. My assault took place only six months after I had come out as queer, and so it felt like much of what I had worked hard to accept about myself and to go through as part of coming out was impacted -- the freedom to be who I was and to enjoy my sexuality was taken away for a long time. My assault was not the first time nor the last time I experienced non-consensual behaviour, although was by far the most serious and impactful occurrence.

I survived. I got out. You can too. Insidious and devious are the words I think of when I've wondered how I got trapped. My ex-spouse was so charming, everybody thought he was a great person and I did too. So much so that I decided to ignore the fact he raped me and chalked it up to us drinking. Then gradually as we dated and then married he tried to spin a web of control around me by being angry and violent when I would spend time with friends or go to the gym or go to the library to study. Telling me I was not allowed to go to the gym because there were men there. Being told I couldn't go to work events. Calling my work when I was working late and accusing me of having affairs, then being verbally and physically abusive. He was so successful at manipulating others even my dad, initially, didn't believe me when I told him about the monster and the horrible things I had endured. I finally told my dad what had been going on when he threatened to kill me and chased me with a baseball bat. I was able to get in my car and get away and called my dad crying and screaming. He thought I had lost my mind. Some of my friends also thought I had lost it, and told me oh he is so nice and scoffed when I said I was filing for divorce and a protective order. After the first two calls to the sheriff they believed me and were so kind, frequently driving by my house and making sure I was safe. There is power in being believed. There is strength in knowing that others have made it out both alive and eventually became whole. I still experience occasional flashbacks and certain situations will trigger my anxiety, but I am able to trust people again and no longer fear "being in trouble" if I spend time with friends. Even more, I have allowed myself to become emotionally vulnerable with other people again after all these years. That was a huge leap for me. And I genuinely feel like a good person again.

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

“We were in a relationship so it couldn’t have been rape…right?” Wrong. Unfortunately, when the event of rape involves your partner it is often invalidated. It is a trauma that tends to get looked over because it doesn’t seem as serious. It doesn’t seem as brutal as those scenarios that make mainstream media. So I am speaking up to say that, it is very much real and it very much leaves the victim at a sense of loss and guilt. Questioning what possibly happened. Because he loves you and you love him. But this was not love. I know the feeling all too well. And I am sorry for those who understand. My story puts me at the age of 23, John and I had been in a relationship for two years and living together for about a year now. We were happy. We had a wonderful life together. Earlier that year, I had a major surgery requiring a year’s time for full recovery. In those first three months, I was not able to drive, to lift more than five pounds at a time. I was not able to shower myself, my body overwhelmed with the significant post-surgical pain. Somewhere along the way, I started to feel like I was on house arrest. I missed the normalcy of life. One night, John and some friends went out for drinks after work. When he finally arrived home, I felt his intoxicated body crawl into bed and begin kissing my neck. It had been so long and I craved the idea of feeling sexual again. I gave him one condition, “We have to stop if I start hurting. Please.” It was wonderful. At first. My boyfriend was so gentle, so considerate. Until something changed. I began to feel the weight of this man, twice my size, bearing down on my broken ribs. Pain started flowing through my body so I called it, I said it was time to stop. Then I tried to push him off as I cried, “Please, please stop!”. I will never forget his response, “I’m not done”. Within seconds, he had pinned my hands to the bed and I could not move. I could not push him away. I felt crushed under his weight as he picked up in speed and became more aggressive. I bit my lip to keep from yelling in agony, to keep from waking up our roommates, but could not stop the tears. Then finally it was over. He went into the bathroom to clean up, while I took two doses of pain medicine to try and kill the pain. For the night. Then curled into the fetal position and quietly cried myself to sleep—while the man next to me fell into a drunken slumber, unfazed. Sitting in bed the next morning, I tried to slow the residual pain from the night. The after-math radiating through my body with every breath I took, I tried to confront John. He claimed there was no memory of the previous night and took offense that the story could in-fact be reality. I retracted my words, simplifying my pain to the conclusion, “No, it’s fine. We just need to be more careful next time”. But I saw it on his face. As he walked away guilt-free, I was consumed with all of the guilt of letting that happen. That night, this morning. It was my fault obviously, I should have known better. He was drunk and he didn’t remember. He loves me… it couldn’t have been rape. I was clearly making a big deal out of nothing. I will just be more cautious next time, next time he’s home. Excuse after excuse circled in my head—for days, weeks, months, years. I came up with anything to try and make it right in my mind. To pretend I was not held down, to pretend I hadn’t cried out for him to stop. Nothing ever settled the unease of it. It just became something to live with. A part of life. John and I went on to date for three more rocky years, filled with plenty of good times and tainted with moments of emotional abuse. I never seemed to be good enough, to do the right things, to be complete. I was always at fault. At the end of the relationship, I was left with a guilt-ridden conscious and minimal self-esteem. Despite the complexity of what is a relationship, I know the downfall circles back to the night he raped me. The night he raped me was the night I lost my voice and I had lost the ability to stand up for myself. The night I couldn’t admit what was happening, what happened, what I deserved. Years after the break up, I told my best friend about that night. I told her it was one night, that it was okay. Her response was simple but gave me the validation I did not know I was searching for. A sense of relief. “That is not okay. That is rape. Are you okay?” In that moment, I was not crazy for the months of confusion, for feeling violated, for feeling broken. Finally, I was not alone. With the truth in front of me, I could face my reality head-on, knowing I would have a shoulder to support me along the way. Finally, that night was real. It happened. It was rape. So slowly but surely, I am now taking the steps towards healing. Slowly but surely, I am finding my voice. Slowly but surely, I am becoming me again. Your turn.

Many times I've wondered how to begin narrating my story, whether I should start from the beginning or when "love had arrived." I could start by saying that I fell in love with the person I thought was my best friend. Wow, it’s supposed that when there’s a friendship of that magnitude, love should be great. Time passed, and years later, that friendship turned into a relationship, which, for my heart, was one of the most beautiful things that had ever happened to me. I flew 1,295 miles from my country to the United States for him, believing that finally, my true love story would become a reality. I knew he had a strong character and was a bit egocentric, something that bothered me, but I always tried to ignore those thoughts with the "sweet gestures" he could have with me. In the third year of our relationship, after discovering an online affair (they were only chatting because they were in different countries), he proposed to me. Shortly after we got married, we bought our first house together. Wow, if we weighed it all out, there were many wonderful moments that turned into sad endings because, according to him, I didn’t do something right, and many times I would repeat to myself, “I need to be better for myself and for him,” but for him, I was never good enough. Little by little, I started to fade. His words and actions took me to the darkest places—depression and anxiety. From there, it got even darker: a fight in the bathroom where he was the only one talking, and I had long ago decided to remain silent to avoid making the problem worse. I remember that night we were sitting on the bathroom floor arguing, and when it ended, we decided to leave the bathroom. I was walking behind him, continuing the argument, and that’s when he decided to push me, making me fall back several feet. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. Among the physical pain I felt in my body, the pain in my soul was even stronger. He apologized and insisted that he thought I was coming after him to hit him. I insisted that I would be incapable of doing something like that, but once again, I was blamed. Shortly after, the problems in the relationship intensified, and there was more crying than laughing. I blamed the depression, but deep down, I knew it was everything that was happening there. I decided to seek professional help and started working with a psychiatrist. For more than a year, I was in therapy and on medication, and that’s when my awakening began. I’ll never forget the day my therapist said to me, "I want you to do an exercise that I know I shouldn’t ask of you." I forgot to mention that I earned my psychology degree in my home country. She continued, “We’re going to make a diagnosis, but it’s not for you. If I’m right, our therapy is going to change drastically because you’ll have only two options: divorce or couples therapy.” Although she didn’t say it, she was leaning more towards divorce. Her request was, "Let’s diagnose, based on observation, whether your husband is a narcissist. You’ve given me many examples that are raising red flags for me." She managed to get an interview with him, and in the end, we reached the diagnosis: I was married to a narcissist. I had been too ashamed to tell her that a week earlier, I was not only a victim of his physical aggression when he pushed me, but he had also pulled my hair. I had never felt so ashamed of myself until I had to talk about it with my therapist. Her only words were, “Run from there; there’s no turning back.” How grateful I am to her for those words. Today, almost a year after our legal divorce, although this path hasn’t been easy, I feel that I’ve become a much more resilient woman. No matter how difficult the situation is, no matter how much pain you may feel, love doesn’t have to be the excuse to push your limits. I knew for a long time that I needed to leave, and it’s not easy. Finding that strength is not easy, but today I can say that when your love for yourself grows every day, it’s that love that helps you move forward. Losing everything and losing myself to find myself has been the most beautiful experience life has given me. NO MORE. Only you have the power to break the cycle.

I want to share my experience because I've spent years blaming myself and thinking it was my fault, or downplaying what happened and thinking 'its not that bad, it could have been worse, I'm playing the victim, when there are actual victims/survivors out there that have had it so much worse'. But through therapy I have come to recognise the harm that was done to me. The impact. The trauma and triggers and flashbacks I am living with on a daily basis. I've only just found out that what happened to me has a name. Its called coercion. Or a form of birth control sabotage. We had agreed on the pull out method (not the most reliable, I know, but it had worked for us up until then). We were not in a relationship at the time. He was my ex. I felt silly even reminding him to pull out, to not finish inside me. We were in a position where he had full control, I trusted him, I enjoyed sex with him, he was the first person I could really explore my fantasies with without shame. And despite my protests and reminding him to pull out, he finished inside me without my consent. It could have been accidental. These things happen, I know that. But it wasnt accidental. He meant to do it. He laughed about it. He fully intended to do it. He thought it was funny. I cannot tell you how much I have obsessed about every detail. Studying it from so many different angles. Picking it apart, blaming myself, hating myself even. After it happened I blocked it out. I felt violated. I felt betrayed. I knew I could never trust him again. I shut the door after he left and sat in the bathtub trying to wash him out of me. I didnt go for the morning after pill. I was too embarrassed. I stupidly thought it would be fine. That there would be no way I would get pregnant, that it wouldnt happen to me this way. So I blocked it out. Until weeks later I realised I hadn't had my period in a while, and sure enough, I was pregnant. I couldnt go through with a termination. And my ex wanted nothing to do with me or our child. He threatened to expose some intimate details about me if I went ahead with the pregnancy. I was afraid, he had a tendancy to be violent in the past. But my whole family rallied around me in support. I went ahead with the pregnancy anyway. And my child is the love of my life. Adored by my whole family. But I am still haunted about how my child was conceived. That my ex got to walk away without consequence. That there are so many women who end up having their lives completely turned upside down, and all society can say is 'well you should have closed your legs/you should have known better/you should have been more responsible/its your own fault'. No. He should have pulled out.

7yrs old. full of life and hope. new “relative” entered my life.. looking back now i could tell he was clingy.. it started small by playing games that would lead to uncomfortable moments.. having to mature quickly.. having to understand.. heavily groomed.. was given a ultimatum of allow him to do what he was doing or he said he would do it to my sisters. younger sisters. as i got older it turned darker. being dragged to back fields, drugged and would wake up in the dark.. alone.. hurting and having to find my way back, being locked in his closet for what seemed like forever… i’m sure he wife knew by now.. but paid no attention.. at 13 he thought he had gotten me pregnant. sent me a message to leave the world and he would do the same. that was my first attempt.. luckily it failed but the abuse and rape continues for another year… 7 years.. 7 years of pain, confusion, constant fear, crippling anxiety and depression. all for it to be a lie… all for cps to show up to my school, to hear my youngest sister was in fact not safe.. not like he promised. 4-6 days every week wasn’t enough for him. he turned my mother and i against each other.. he isolated me, degraded me, emotionally and mentally abused me, physically ruined me… the amount of triggers i have is insane.. i feel bad for anyone i get close to… he went to jail for 3 years… released ‘18 my ex raped me while i slept. just a couple years ago. he knew everything about my childhood. yet still did it, said it was only that one time. but who knows. that broke me.

Number years since what happened to me. There has been so much pain and hurt. One of these men was constanty asking me to sleep with his friends but my answer was always no , never, not a chance , You see i found it so hard to accept what had happened because i had to much to drink . I do believe that something was put into my drink as i had no more to drink than what i normally would . I was a at party with these two people. I dont remember leaving the house but i do remember getting sick out of the taxi on the way home. Both of these animals took turns to have sex with me . I remember just lying there with no clothes on and been unable to move unable to fight them of . Both of them went outside and i remember the strong smell of cigarettes and could hear them both laughing . Shortly after both of them left and i lay there confussed , helpless and alone. I must have fallen asleep because i remember it was bright out and one of these men came back to the house. No accountability has been taken from either of these and this is what makes healing so hard for me. Im trying to take back my power but some days are just so hard. Both of these men took adavantage of my vunrability. Learning to tust myself and love myself is my main goal for now and knowing that i did nothing wrong,

I was just 10 years old when a family member decided it was okay to play "doctors and nurses with me" it was then when he started to sexually abuse me. I was so oblivious to what was going on, I didn't realise how wrong it was until I grew older, I thought it was normal as he was doing it to his sister too. I was told not to say anything it was a secret between us 3. I blocked it out of my memory until I left school, well I believed a blocked it out, but looking back now I think that is why my behaviour was so defiant. I was just always told I had ADHD/Autism was why I was naughty, but looking back now I think its because I still had to see his face. I eventually disclosed what happened to me once I had left school to a friend, someone I trusted. I needed to tell someone and that's when I really realised how wrong it was and it really hit me. It's surprising how something you push to the back of your mind and block out can really affect you psychologically still. I have 0 confidence and still don't know, I feel worthless, like a failure and I never feel good about myself, I really struggle too. When I disclosed my abuse to someone, it all went so fast, they helped me tell my parents and then my mum helped me reach out to the police. The local police in my area let me down, I realise I had no evidence, because it happened when I was 10 many times, but I still recall what happened, I was brought to a safe house where I had my interview, I felt violated all over again. the questions they asked me, it brought everything back. It didn't even make it to court the police came to the conclusion that it was "JUST A GAME BETWEEN TWO KIDS" they believe there was no maliciousness behind it - A Game - These words have stay with me since then and I can never shake them off, it was not just a game he knew what he was doing, he understood and had full capacity of what he was doing to me. He didn't even make it onto the register, even though he was doing it to his sister as well. The worst part is going though it at such a young age, then having the courage to speak out and then not being believed and told it was a game really affects me to this day, even though I don't like to show it does, I'm very much a girl who makes jokes and smiles all the time to get past the trauma, even having dark humour to cover up the hurt I feel inside, I have always let this abuse, being SA'd affect me. I can't have Sex with men, I feel broken and damaged, I want to be able to have fun but every time I go to have fun I close up and I physically struggle to have sex with men, and when I do have sex with them I do it to make them happy because I feel so bad about letting t hem down and failing as a partner. Maybe I haven't moved past my trauma as much I think I have. I think I still have a lot of healing to go. I recently encountered something at work, which again I was let down people that I thought would help me, I feel so hurt and so Alone. A couple months ago I was working in my local hospital It was my favourite job, I was helping people through chemo and there cancer treatment, I was, as many of my patients called me 'Their little ray of sunshine on a gloomy day' ☀️. I was working on a night shift and was approached by an agency worker who start talking to me, and me being me was nice to him and talking away, like I do with everyone I am a very friendly person and he took my being nice as a invitation to try it on with me, which I said no thank you. and he continued to touch me, and at one point got his man hood out which again I said 'No' he grabbed my hand to touch it, which I continued to say no, he told me keep to down, stay silent and feel what I was doing to him, I tried pulling my hand away. I went numb and started to just shut down. Luckily saved by the bell, someone was needing assistant and we were the only two working so he went and answered the bell and told me he will come back later, at the time I was heading on my break too sleep in the staff room, I was terrified to sleep, even though I locked the door so he couldn't get in I was so upset about what just happened, he said he would follow me home. I told the nurse in charge what had happened and he was moved to another ward in the hospital. They told me in order to do anything I need to write a statement and they could involve the police but I would have to go to court, do a statement, re live what happened, face him, which at the time I was just to traumatised to do because I wasn't believed last time anything happened and I couldn't face him, he was banned from the hospital and was not allowed to work in healthcare establishment after that, he then disappeared no one knew where he went or where he was. I took a few days off work for 'Mental health' as I got 'triggered' (I word I don't like to use) and I got penalised because of it. I have recently lost my job and I tried to fight my corner and had a tribunal due to me being off for sickness, the head of nursing turned around to me in the tribunal and told me 'Being off sick for the 'alleged sexual assault was not a good enough reason'. Again making me feel absolute shit as if she didn't believe me and my reason for being off which I only took a few days off to just try and sort my head out and find my worth made me feel like my reason was not validated and even if I was to take anything further regarding the SA in the hospital, they would not of supported to me anyways. Every day I am constantly having a battle in my head about being good enough. I get scared and also feel like I shouldn't share my story because what happened to me isn't half as bad as what some people have gone through. Did I lead them on? If only I wasn't too scared to speak up? Did I flirt with him or make him want me? questions I ask myself daily... I know I was only 10 but when people who are meant to be people you can trust and have authority tell you its a game, it does make me question still now to this day was it a game, a game that hurt me, and made me feel very uncomfortable and a game I didn't like, but still just a game between two. Law and Order and Olivia Benson (Mariska Hargitay) has saved my life, oddly it is my comfort show and helps me through some dark times and helped me understand and also know that it is wrong what happened to me. I also learnt its okay to share your story and it is always good to speak out about it, don't feel you're a burden or you're worthless, you are never alone there Is always someone out there that will be there for you. I am on a journey like everyone else that has suffered and been through some dark times and I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel and I am not alone, I think sharing my story will really help me feel less alone, I hope more people are able to speak up even if it is just through this. You are not Alone <3 sorry for such a long post

3 guys have taken advantage of me in the past 12 years and I want to tell people about it. Unfortunately the only way I can is online because I can't tell my parents even though I'm 24 now and I can't afford therapy. So hello internet, here's my story (shortened as much as possible). Guy #1 - 2008-2010/2011, both of us aged 13-15/16, multiple incidents. My high school "boyfriend". The first time when we were 13 we'd gone out on a date to the local snooker hall then back to his house. He told me his mum was sick so we had to go to his bedroom to avoid waking her while she slept it off on the couch. It started out as just some basic high school groping then he started getting aggressive and forceful. When I tried to leave just to go to the toilet he pulled me back and pushed me onto the bed. He kept saying he knew what he was doing because he wasn't a virgin. He forced my shirt up, my skirt down and I don't remember if he put himself in me or not. All I remember is him forcing me to feel him and starting to focus on the only thing I could to take my mind off of what was happening - the TV - and about 10-20 mins later my phone going off with a message from my parents saying they were downstairs in the car as I'd asked them to pick me up at a certain time. After this he would make a point of bragging to his friends that I was a slut who'd given it up for him. He threatened me physically and emotionally, he forced me to send nudes and perform webcam shows for him and his friends. One time when we were 15 we met up after school, I thought he was going to apologise, and we started walking towards his house which took us past our high school. At the high school he threw me up against the gate, stuck his hand in my pants and told me I wasn't going to run away this time. I managed to kick him somewhere so he backed off and I ran away. He made it his mission to make my high school life miserable, including cornering me in dead corridors and threatening me, hitting me, trying to sexually assault me again. The last incident with this guy involved him asking me to play truth or dare with him at 16. Again I'd agreed to meet him because this time he'd told me he wanted to apologise in person. Only I was never allowed to do truth and every dare involved me showing him a part of my body or letting him touch me. He even made me swear that he would be allowed to take my virginity once I turned 18. He didn't, I made sure I wasn't in contact with him at all then. I became addicted to alcohol during this time to cope with it all and had to force myself to sober up once it was all over if I wanted a chance of a "normal" life. Plus I'd gotten too good at hiding it from my parents who never spent more than an hour with me each day. Guy #2 - 2015-Jan 2018, me 20-22 and him 22-24, multiple incidents. This was my uni boyfriend. He acted so sweet and kind and caring until he got me. Once I agreed to lose my virginity to him (3 months into the relationship) the majority of that niceness went out of the window. Once he had sex with me once it was all he wanted. Except he put in zero effort and it was all about pleasing him. More than once he coerced me or lied to me to trick me into having anal sex, something I never wanted to do. On one occassion near the end of the relationship he remembered that I had mentioned at the start that I might be interested in trying out rough sex. He took this to mean rape roleplay. Except it didn't feel like a roleplay to me. There were no safewords or precautions in place to make me feel safe. I felt threatened, abused, humiliated, and like I had actually just been raped. He made me feel like it was all my fault too, making out that if I hadn't suggested it then it wouldn't have gone that far. The night I broke up with him he spent hours trying to get me to have sex with him one last time because we hadn't had sex at all since the last incident which was a good 6-8 months before we broke up. Guy #3 - 2017-2018, me 22 and him 29 (unsure, I'll explain), multiple incidents. This was a guy I worked with. He at first told everyone he was gay then told just me that he was bisexual and then that he wasn't really sure what sexuality he was. From the minute I started working there he took me under his wing seemingly to protect me from the awfulness that was the company we worked for. What he really wound up doing was keeping me isolated from everyone else, spreading rumours and lies to everyone to keep me isolated, and kept me for himself. He casually flirted to begin with but everyone wrote it off as joking because they believed he was gay. He spent a lot of time with me, inside and outside of work. We started getting "dinner" after work 2-3 times a week. I say "dinner" because he would always say we were going to get dinner after work. We did get food the first few times but eventually it just turned into nothing but drinks. Alcoholic drinks. I was starting to fall back into my old addictive ways and I could blame him but he wasn't exactly forcing the drinks down my throat. I felt as though I needed it to get through this time alone with him. I was stupid enough to let him drive me home though, every night, even when he'd had at least 2-3 drinks minimum. He took advantage of my intoxicated state. He begged me to give him oral quite often and usually he would eventually roll his eyes and begrudgingly accept my "no". Until one night he forced me down on my knees, undid his zipper and forced himself into my mouth. When he finished it was so forceful that I choked on it, it made a massive mess on my rug and couch. He was regularly harassing me at work, telling me things he was thinking of doing to me, how often he had touched himself that morning, trying to make moves on me when we were alone, etc. I put up with it because he was the only one who knew I'd been addicted to alcohol before and was heading that way again. It was my first job post-uni, I couldn't afford to be fired for being drunk/hungover on the job. Plus I figured it couldn't escalate further if I stopped him coming into my house. Except he would always force his way in or otherwise threaten me so he could get in. He only forced me to give him oral once but after that he would "jokingly" try again and again . I was still dating Guy #2 at the time so figured it couldn't get much worse. Then 5 days after I dumped Guy #2 he coerced me into sex/raped me. He had a boyfriend and the entire time I cried and kept saying to him "what about your boyfriend?" He told me he didn't care, that I was all he wanted and that if I didn't do it he would tell everyone about the drinking and make it sound like I was the one who'd been harassing him so I would get fired. He was a lot stronger than me, he pinned me by my throat while he raped me so I could barely breathe, he threatened me, he told me my pussy was like velvet and he'd love to have access to it more often. He was an extremely intimidating person and I was scared to go against anything he said in case he did it again. He was fired a few months later for unrelated reasons. This is where I found out he may have been older than he said. A coworker told me that he'd had to return Guy #3's ID to him on a work trip one time and that the date of birth on it would make him at least 35 at the time. I don't think I'll ever be able to feel comfortable walking the streets alone especially at night, or stay at home overnight alone, or sit in a car with a man without panicking the entire time unless it's my dad or boyfriend. Some days all I can think about is how broken I feel by all of this but mostly I just feel numb to a lot of things these days. Physical pain doesn't hurt that much, hearing that someone loves me is hard to believe sometimes, and I just feel like life is hard to enjoy sometimes. There are good and great days in between all of that and they're becoming more frequent. I just wish they were more often than they are so I could feel somewhat "normal" again.

I can safely say here that last year I have been sexually assaulted by my boyfriend at the time. I was a virgin and wanted him to kindly lead me to make love but he took it from me and so til this date I am working through that. I have been introduced to this platform by a girl who reads my blog and so I am ever so grateful to be able to share these and to follow you on Instagram I am forever grateful Regards with much love, g.

Freshman year started with the It's on Us training, all freshman packed into the basketball arena. Jokes about "drinking tea" started then and continued throughout college. He was there. Listening, making jokes about "tea." At the beginning of second semester it happened. I froze but didn't say no until damage was done, I willed myself to speak, say the 'stop' and 'no' that screamed in my mind, but not until he started to go farther did my stillness break. I said no more and he listened. I hated it and it tore me up inside but I thought I was in the wrong. I didn't realize it was rape until five years later. I said okay the first time he raped me, it quickly became not okay. If someone starts drinking tea, they can change their mind and not finish. I froze. Don't force someone to drink tea. And "tea" jokes are rape jokes. Six years later I am starting to heal, to come to terms with what happened. I have healed so much in the last few months. It is difficult and the days aren't linear, but things are getting easier.

I felt so alone until I watched it ends with us. It was the first movie I saw alone in a long time. I walked in thinking it was some sort of romantic comedy until I was watching the movie and realized I was lily bloom. I married the man that I thought was this incredible and passionate person, who only ended up cheating on me and physically and mentally abused me. The scene of being pushed and her thinking she fell is exactly what I experienced. Shortly after my own personal experience I realized I was pregnant and wanted so badly to fight for my marriage until ultimately I had no choice but to leave. I’m 8 months pregnant now and have had the hardest time connecting to the life inside of me until I watched this movie. When I saw lily setting up her baby’s room, and the words she said to Ryle in the hospital was exactly what I needed to accept what it is I am going through and realizing I will never go back to the abuse I endured. And truly it ends with me and my new baby that I have yet to meet. Thanks to this movie it gave me strength to set up things for my new baby. I gave him a new name. And I am ready for a new chapter in my life. Thank you to Justin baldoni for bringing awareness to people like me. I left the theatre crying not because I was sad but because God brought me alone to that theatre to watch this movie that I felt was made just for me…

My life has been deeply impacted still today at age 56. You see at about age 8, I was lured with another young boy to see "guns" at the rifle range at summer Organization Camp by an adult leader. Realizing it doesn't seem like something kids would be subjected to in todays society. I was a kid raised on Westerns, Sheriff's and Cowboys and Indians (Native American's no offense good people) so kids thought guns were "cool." As a former Law Officer and litigator guns are "not cool" when tragedy occurs. Anyway, there were NO guns just acts of oral copulation and disgusting anal penetration. Sure it got reported, quickly ignored and buried as I was told by those adults we generally trust to "forget it, you're young and in time it will go away." Something like that just doesn't go away and it deeply caused harm not only to me but me playing doctor as a preteen isn't "cute or funny"; it's sickening only to generate a pattern of being a womanizer and misogynist as a young man. Luckily, after two failed marriages and a world full of hurt for three kids; I met the love of my life and she demands respect (29 years of marital bliss.) I viewed a documentary titled Documentary Name earlier this year and as soon as I heard the voice and the words, saying used: I immediately got sick to my stomach and broke down. Yep! 46 years later I recognized my rapist and am 99.9% Perpetrator Name was indeed the man, the Scout leader who raped me and the other boy at Camp Name way back approximately in 1976. I had to contact the writer/director of the film and she wasn't real familiar with this Perpetrator fella other than to say he's suspected of the murder of her childhood friend Friend Name and was convicted and served time for sodomizing two boys in Massachusetts's. So, I did a little digging and turns out he was also arrested in New York for Child Pornography, stalking kids and attempted abduction. So, I keep scratching at the surface; find a Newspaper Reporter who interviewed Perpetrator numerous times and wrote about him, reported (his name is Reporter Name) and I came right out and told him my story and asked, "this Perpetrator guy, he have alias' and any accusations out of Pennsylvania?" His answer. "yes, as a matter of fact he's admitted to raping hundreds of young boys, in every state in the Northeast, but ain't no killer!" So, it seems I maybe even closer to solving my own case because the adults who were tasked with protecting me, let me down. Now this guy has many aliases' and none have shown up on the Organization Pervert files, so I am missing something. So if you were sexually assaulted or raped anywhere in Mass, New York, Pa, MD or anywhere East Coast and the case was unsolved or they were unable to catch a suspect who was monstrous, 6 foot 4 Reddish Brown hair and talked with a sort of Southern Cowboy "twang" (not sure if real or faked) get a hold of Reporter Name as he's working on connecting this guy to the Organization and other kids organizations (one report is he drove a box truck that kids were conned into thinking it was a RIF truck and he often asked boys to "look for his puppy." NOTE: Perpetrator died a free man last Winter 2022 so the authorities in NY and MA have closed the matter but I sure could find some sense of justice if we could identify some of these other victims (Scouting or anywhere else, as it seems Perpetrator went where the kids are) Then we victims can feel like survivors and close this chapter of a really dark part of US Serial rapist history and Law Enforcement can learn and change tactics on protecting kids from child rapists and killers. I know in my heart the man was probably a serial child killer as the missing young boys in the Northeastern states were more than one and one is too many. I need the publics help on this please.

My father sexually assaulted me multiple times when I was very young. After I grew a bit older, probably around 5-6, he stopped directly assaulting me (penetration) but the abuse continued. I wasn’t allowed to shower by myself until I was 12. He would ALWAYS shower with me and masturbate while I stood there. I still live with him, and I don’t know what to do. Though I’m a legal adult I don’t have the money to move out on my own. I can’t tell anyone in my family because I’m afraid they won’t believe me. I hate living this life with this dark secret. I’m so tired of it.

Growing up i was playing toys with my nephew 3 and little sister 6 and cousins 9-10 me 9 we all thought touching each other’s privates was okay and it was normalized we all did it i was playing house as a kid so were they me and my older cousin was molested by my brother and forced to do things we thought it was normal so we continued it for years i said something 5th grade and he said i was lying so year went by and me and my nephew and little sister i was 11 he was 6 My little sister was 8 I thought it was normal i had no experience in sex life or anything like that besides a guy trying to make me do stuff to him we were the same age. When i was 13 covid happened school was shut down and never learned about sex ed or anything like that also there was a 23 year old touching me and wrapping his body around me growing i never got the guidance or anything as a pre teen and so didnt any of my siblings or nephew so for a while i thouGht everything about the was normal so when i was 14-15 i was engaging with the inappropriate activities bc i thought it was normal and when i was in elementary my nephew had performed “oral” on me and I wasn’t a fan and I didn’t do it bc i didn’t want to and I didn’t even want him to lick my area he asked and that’s something that grossed me out now thinking of this but me and my little sister did a lot growing up like i gave her oral she never did for me i was a pre teen at the time and we was all exposed to porn growing up on tv and tablets so like wasnt great at home but we never had sex growing up despite are body parts wasn’t developed enough to even do that so we would hump eachother with and without clothes and now when i was 15 starting high school i stop contributing in the nasty stuff we were doing and I remember since we were all exposed to porn we used to use stuff like we are stuck or wrestling just nasty now i feel horrible like I committed a crime I stopped it i became very depressed and hyper sexual and alot of time people would say at 14-15 you know better and I genuinely am grossed out with myself because why didn’t i and now its been 5 years and i hate stuff like that and i get emotional asf now because i feel like I failed every kid who was in the house tht was involved including me i feel like it my fault and I deserve to die and i dont wanna kms bc I don’t want them to think thats the only way they can move on from it and you know i never did that stuff to hurt anyone i just did it i thought it was normal i got over it when i was 15 like i try not to think about it and not blame myself but it genuinely hard bc i was older I should’ve knew better and i talked to my siblings and nephew and they told me that we all thought it was normal and its not my fault and I shouldnt be so hard on myself bc parents should’ve said something and we all hugged each other and we all are close And I’m just scared I traumatized them because what happened or im and abuser or criminal I genuinely love them never meant any type of harm.

My adoptive sister who was much older than me abused me. She abused me when I was a toddler on. I did not remember this and disassociated for a long time until I met my birth mother and memories came flooding in. She used to make me touch her sexually, I was a tiny child. As I got older she would stonewall and give silent treatment when I did not want to interact with her. She would leave sexually explicit things for me to find. She would expose me to violent and explicit music from a young age and drive in dangerous ways with me in the car. She would humiliate me verbally in front of guys that she knew I was interested in as well as ex boyfriends, this began very early on as well. When I got on my feet and found empowerment in education and community she would follow me, copy me, befriend people my age, and even show up at places I was at. One of the later triggering things about her abuse is that her children have both been treated like I was, being exposed to explicit things very young, sleeping with her, and also being bullies. They’re only kids and they make fun of disabled people, make fun of me, and it’s all a reiteration of wondering if I will ever escape the trauma of her abuse.

i was assaulted at Dateby my neighbor someone who we thought we could trust. and it was awful telling. i mean he never you know but yeah. and it happened for 2 years before i told anyone. he is still my neighbor and i still seem him sometimes. when i was younger it was a issue to where we got a protective order because he would wave at me. the cops wanted to arrest him but they said there wasn’t enough so i still have to see him. and i wasn’t okay for so long. i attempted and everything, i had bad ptsd, but im okay and im stronger than ever. and i have thought about it so much, but yk what, i don’t think if i could go back i wouldn’t change it because i stopped someone else from going through it. anyway, you will be okay