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

I don't know if what my brother did to me can be classified as sexual abuse. I was staying over at his house. It was late at night, and we were watching a movie. At some point, he asked if he could initiate some cuddling. I actually agreed, since we are really close and both enjoy physical affection. While we were spooning, he snuck his hand under my shirt. He didn't say anything, and I didn't say anything. As the night went on, he alternated between different caresses, kisses on my head or the side of my face, and words of affection. I idly stroked his arm back because I felt awkward just lying there. He eventually asked "is this okay?" in reference to his hand inching up my stomach. I was giving him the benefit of the doubt and still thought the action was platonic, plus it felt nice, plus I am a timid person and have a hard time with confrontation, so my brain thinks saying "no" to people is provoking them, so I said "yes". I didn't really want to say it I, though. I don't think I wanted to say "no", wither. I don't think I wanted to say anything at all. I was tired. We both were. His caresses smoothly progressed to the point he was caressing the underside of my breasts. That's when I started really questioning his intentions. He asked "is this okay?" again. I said "yes" again. When the movie ended, I got scared. I had been using it to distract myself from what was happening, and I was afraid that now that there was no distraction, he would shift his whole attention to me and try to initiate something; so I sat up. He lightly squeezed the underside of my breast as I did so, maybe on purpose, or maybe as a reflex. When he realized I was genuinely pulling away, he took back his hands, said: "I'm sorry. Your brother's a creep", and got up to take a shower. I think that's the moment I started freaking out. It's what confirmed my suspicions that his touches really had sexual intent behind them. I had been trying to gaslight myself into believing they were innocent affection, but those words were forcing me to face the reality of my situation. I remember running my mouth non-stop about random topics when we were having breakfast because I was afraid he was going to bring up what just happened and would want to have a conversation about it. I didn't want to talk about it. I wanted to pretend it never happened. I still try to. But it haunts me. He and his wife (who had been sleeping peacefully in their bedroom through the whole night) left early in the morning for their honeymoon (I was there to house-sit, and had come the night before to hang out with them before they left). Once I was alone, I quietly went to their bed to sleep (with their permission and insistance, since there were no other beds in the apartment). As I tried to fall asleep, I still could feel his hands on me, like a phantom touch. I broke down right there. I felt guilty, and disgusting, for not having stopped it and for having enjoyed it too. I felt like maybe I was the creep, and maybe I was the one turning this interaction into something inappropriate. The following weeks, I tried to suppress my feelings. Some days before Christmas, I was on a plane with my mother, about to start our holiday vacation. I was close to my period and my breasts felt sensitive. That triggered something in me and I suddenly teared up right there, in public. That vague ache reminded me of the feeling of that one squeeze he gave to my breast. My mother noticed me about to cry, but I lied and said that's just because I'm close to my period and feeling gloomy (I had been struggling with depression for a while, which she knew.) During the trip, I would get random flashbacks to that night, sometimes even accompanied with feelings of nausea. I felt like I was making my brain overreact somehow, since I hadn't been raped and I shouldn't be traumatized for touching that can barely even be considered intimate. When we got back home, I did something I'm not sure whether I regret it: I talked to him about it. I sent him a long text (he lives in another city, which actually made me feel safer about confronting him) which I barely remember anything about, except that it mentioned "that night" and how I had been upset by it. I broke down while typing it, and it probably wasn't very coherent. My brother sent me many short replies in quick bursts when he saw it. He apologized profusely. He said "I don't know what's wrong with me", "I'll get psychological help", alongside many things I don't remember. That had me freaking out a bit. What did he need psychological help for? Was he admitting he's got urges he can't control? But I didn't say anything related to that. I was afraid of accusing him, and I made sure to clarify I was also to blame for not setting down any boundaries. We were both replying to each other without thinking. We were panicking, and full of adrenaline. I was scared of losing him. He was the only connection I had in the city we both lived in (very far from our hometown, where our parents and my friends all live). I didn't want to upset him, because he's a very sensitive person and I already felt guilty for how I was reacting to it. We somewhat resolved the issue over text. Except we didn't. At all. I pretended we did, but I was still plagued by doubts and paranoia. More than the touching, what haunted me were his words: "I'm sorry. Your brother's a creep." They shook me to my core. All I had wanted was to be in denial about what happened, but those words wouldn't let me. The story goes on to this day, but I don't want to write too much about the aftermath of "that night", since I'd be writing for too long and I want to focus on whether it was an instance of abuse. At this point, I feel a little more grounded and able to accept that what happened had sexual undertones. I am still full of shame and guilt. I did consent to some of the touching. I'm not certain I wanted to, but it is something I did. That would usually make me think this is a consensual encounter and that I simply regret it now, but there are many factors that also contribute to my belief that this could potentially be an instance of abuse too. First of all, my brother was 38 at the time. I was 20, which yes, is an adult, but still; he is my much older brother. He was already nearly an adult by the time I was born. He's been a figure of authority my whole life, even though he likes to pretend he's not. He's a little clueless when it comes to what's appropriate or not in social contexts, but I do think someone his age should know better than to sneak his hand under his little sister's shirt and go up her body so much his fingers actually brush against her areola. Secondly, I am neurodivergent, though I hadn't told him at the time. However, when I did tell him, he said he already had suspicions. Regardless of that, I've always been quiet and withdrawn, so it upsets that he initiated touching under the guise of innocent affection and then expected me to be able to express my discomfort when it escalated without him specifying it was going to. I don't think his form of seeking consent was productive at all either. He only asked me if two specific touches were okay, and only after starting to do them. He didn't ask for explicit permission for anything but the cuddling at the start. What I want to say is that I was vulnerable. I am young, inexperienced, autistic, and he has always been an emotional support and almost parental figure to me. I don't know how he can be so naive as to think he doesn't have any power over me. Maybe he does know that, but wasn't thinking at the time. I still don't get why he would touch me like that. I find a little solace in thinking that maybe I didn't have any control over it after all. But I don't know. Maybe I did. I am an adult after all. And I do believe he would have stopped if I had told him to. But I definitely never gave any enthusiastic consent. I feel betrayed. I feel lost. I feel angry. I feel sad. I've been avoiding thinking about it for months. Tonight, it all came back to me once more and I broke down again. I truly don't know what to do. I don't want to tell anyone close to me what happened because I am ashamed. I certainly don't want to tell my parents. I kind of want to cut ties with him, but at the same time I don't because I truly believe he is remorseful about it and I don't want to make him sad. I can't help being naive. I don't know if that's comforting, or embarrassing.

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

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

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.

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’m a 27 year old female now but when I was about the age of 6-7 my sister would kiss me on the lips. I vividly remember laying down on my bathroom floor (which she told me to do) and would just tell me to relax. She is 4 years older than me. I also remember one time I really wanted to kiss her and she said yes. I think it was a game to me at that point. She had left for a moment and I got naked. I remember she came back and said to put my clothes on because our dad was going to take us out to eat. Those are the only moments I remember but my mind might be pushing down other similar moments I had with her. I’m struggling now to have a relationship with her. She has never talked about it, but I feel like she remembers. It’s so hard to speak to her without getting annoyed or frustrated. She is annoying to me and never communicates well, she tends to always ask a question when asked a question. She’s never wrong and is hard headed. At this point I feel like I need to speak to her about this and distance myself to heal. I don’t even know what I want but I just don’t want to feel this way.

I love my self no matter what!

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

As an only child, I had no one to look up to really as a kid. But I always looked up to my Dad. Even though he was never really around due to work (although Mam worked more than he did and still found lots of time to spend with me), I still idolised him. He was my hero. He would always say 'Dads know everything - remember that', so lying to my dad (even little white lies) were pointless. Though when I hit 13 I began to realise he actually DID know everything. He knew what myself and my friends would talk about, he would know exactly where I was and who I was with without even needing to ask me, and I would always wonder why. In reality he had my phone tracked and could read all my messages. Now that I have been through the court system and he has been imprisoned for the abuse he inflicted upon me, I can confirm that he was in fact grooming me from the age of 13. About a month after my 18th Birthday, began the horrific 7.5 year abuse that I suffered. My Dad, masked for the first 2 years as a stranger, blackmailed me into performing sexual acts with strange men in our home - the one place I should've felt safe. When I finally realised it was him, I couldn't tell you how it then turned into just open ended abuse and rape from him. He would advertise us as a couple on hook up sites and in order to avoid physical beatings I would go along with it. I feared for my life so much that endless rapes and sexual assaults were easier - imagine that being the easiest choice - until you're in it, you just don't know how you'll react. I stopped going out, I gave up my hobbies, whilst in college I gave up my part time job - he controlled every single part of my life. And if I even let my "everything is rosey' mask slip even for a second, especially in front of my Mam, well it just doesn't bear thinking about. Fortunately for me, once Mam did find out, he was gone out of my life within 30 mins. Unfortunately, he went on to groom and abuse others after that. He was convicted, and is currently serving his prison sentence - but the fear of him stilll remains.

I went out with friends but left early as I was drunk and tired and I asked someone for directions to find my Uber when another guy asked if I was going to uni and said I was pretty which was fine but he then asked if he could have a kiss. I didn't know what to do so I stepped towards him and then he put his arm round me and I felt like I had to kiss him but I didn't want to. I tried to face away from him hoping he would just kiss my cheek but he didn't so I turned my head and he kissed me and I feel gross and want to throw up every time I think of it.

minha vo me trata mal. a minha vo sempre preferiu a minha prima mais nova sendo q eu e ela sempre conversavamos sobre ela (obs:minha prima tem 7 e eu 11 n sei pq to aq kk) continuando ela semprefica falando q eu deixo ela na mao sendo q ssempre q eu choro ela fica toca carinhosa cmg dps ela finge q nada aconteceu, esses dias eu tava chorando por causa do meu vo por causa q ele ta mt mt doente mais ele ja ta fazendo traramento, ent ela veio ate a mim me abraçar e deixou minha prima de lado e eu e a minha prima sempre conversamos sobre essas coisas gnt eu acho meio bobo isso mais foi oq deu sorry kk

Stuck in the bathroom. It is possible to be loved. When I spent ages telling my Mum and Dad that it would be ok to travel to city for a gig , I thought I was grown up and street wise. In reality I was a naive young man - my parents reluctantly agreed as long as we stayed with my friends uncle - this would mean we wouldn’t have to travel back late . The gig was fantastic - we got back to his flat the others went to bed. I stayed up chatting with name - after about half an hour he started asking me if I was a virgin and showing me pornographic magazines . I tried to get away and go to bed - he then attacked me and raped me . I locked myself in the bathroom and waited but he was still agitated - he wanted me to sleep in his bed - I had no idea that a man could do what he did to another male. Two weeks later I went back to stay again after a football match - this time I tried to persuade my parents that I shouldn’t go - but they didn’t want the ticket to go to waste - he attacked and raped me again - I eventually managed to lock myself in the bathroom . I mentally stayed in that bathroom for the next 40 years - never telling - never asking for support - 3 failed marriages - problems with drink - difficulties being a good parent. The first person I told after 40 years was my ex-wife - her response was “I can’t love you - you have violated me by keeping this a secret” - this was crushing and led to a decline to a very dark place. Now with the support of my children, my new partner , a fantastic psychiatrist and a therapist from support organisation - I feel better and believe I can be loved. It is never too late to start to heal .

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

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

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

I grew up in an abusive home. My father always tried his best, but his negative emotions always got in the way. I’m 20 now. I was in a relationship for almost one year recently with a “Ryle”. I new I didn’t want that for the rest of my life. I deserved better. Yet, I stayed silent. I knew this movie would change everything for me and it did. I finally left him and as hard as it was, it was the best thing for me and for my future. I believe you have one life, why would I let it go to waste on someone like that? Thank you for this movie.

I had a very traumatic sexual experience a few months ago. Ive been struggling with PTS and depression already prior To that event, for quite a few years. I dont have many friends, I have a hard time Connecting with People. I was drunk and met strange Men one night, as I accidentally tend to do when I am intoxicated. I thought alcahol might help me meet New People, it had worked for me In the past To help move on from a broken heart; ive been trying to move on from My ex from 10 years ago. Its not been easy. It got especially hard for me emotionally this past year and I picked up drinking More frequently. I wound up getting abused sexually and Hurt by this strange man I met when I wss drunk. He gave me drugs, and the drugs made me submissive. I wasnt myself. A few weeks after I started really falling apart. The event triggered a kind of psychosis and I started experiencing negative hallucinations and delusions. I quit drinking completely, I realised that alcahol leads me into very bad trouble. Ive been sober for three months now, ever since the trauma took place. I have been having To go To the hospital almost every Day. I experience very difficult hallucinations. He forces me To be with him In My hallucinations and sometimes I feel Like I dont know what To do anymore. He hurts me so much, but then manages To make me feel guilty like its My fault. I feel guilt. I feel fear. I have nightmares about it frequently. I feel very alone. He is in My mind with his friends In hallucinations, visual and auditory, making me feel Like its all My fault and its very uncomfortable. Sometimes, I see his eyes staring at me when I close My eyes. I am very distressed on a daily basis. Its very scary. I Talk To My doctor and psychologist daily. I go To work, everything In My life otherwise is great. I believe In forgiveness and compassion. I tell myself that the hallucinations are not real; but they can be very frustrating To cope with when your alone and struggle with Connecting with others. I tell myself that I shouldnt have been drinking, that I should not have let drunk Men into My apartment. Its been hard To know what To do. I feel so scared. I feel complete terror sometimes. This isnt the only problem that im struggling with. I feel Like I sometimes lose My sense of self, he stole My sense of security and safety. I trusted a stranger which was a big mistake; I feel so intruded and violated now. I feel Like my life was threatened again; I have a history of sexual, emotional and physical abuse. And its not easy To cope with all the time. I dont know whats happening To me. I Wonder sometimes was it My fault. I take My respomsibility In it, I shouldnt have been drinking and ive learned My lesson. I try and embrace everything with compassion because I feel so much guilt, and I dont even know why. Everything is very confusing. I can empathize with People Who make mistakes, but at the same time i cant believe that I have To deal with him being near me In hallucinations and feeling like im reliving the trauma. Its affected My health; im stressed out frequ ently, im throwing up and experiencing physical pain and dizziness and disorientation. I experience sudden moments of complete terror and fear of dying. There are moments that its easier To be and I feel normal and safe again, so thats been very comforting just knowing that the bad feeling is not going To Last. Im taking it as a learning lesson. I dont want To try and escape any situation or My True feelings anymore, by engaging In substance abuse or other destructive activities like meeting with strange drunk Men To '' try and move on''. Im trying To calm myself and think very rationally. I focus on a healthy life style and healthy techniques To embrace the problems at hand To really just recover and get through it. Im giving myself all the compassion and understanding a loved one would give; im trying To just calm, love, comfort and Hug myself. These hard emotions, delusions, physical reactions and experiences are just a part of recovering. I am still trusting and am grateful for the good nature of people; ive learned To establish and work on understanding My physical and emotional boundaries. Seeing a psychologist is helping; it definitely helps To get others opinions on it and support. Ive learned To be very cautious from this experience. Its very important To know Who you are emotionally and sexually involved with; In My opinion it takes a very long time To get To know someone. Im focusing on finding only one man and that he would be My life time partner. I understand im going through a hard time. I tell myself To stay strong and have faith In God and In love; God works In mysterious ways. You cant always be prepared for some obstacles, but you have To keep trying. Theres always Hope, and there are always solutions. Its good To focus on the solutions. I go jogging every Day and run until im completely exhausted and read and study different topics In books online; it helps To make me feel empowered. I do have some friends we just havent spoken In a while; I have sent them messages To just reassure myself that im not alone and it has helped and im grateful for that. The hallucinations are so overwhelming, they can make me feel so sad and terrorized, but I tell myself that im allowed To be happy, and that im going To be happy anyway. I deserve To feel loved, safe and happy. I Will get through this. Im grateful for the good things In life. There is always something good coming our way, its good To let go of the past and learn To live In and enjoy the moment. Focus on the positive things In life. The sun Will Come out again. Im just focusing on having patience with everything going on, and just trying My Best. I believe In healing. Its good To live, love and laugh and not take things all too seriously.

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