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Hello. I am a woman and a survivor of prolonged childhood rape by a very close relative. He was someone very loved by the rest of the family, someone who was "loving" with me, and that's why when everything came to light, almost no one believed me. I wasn't the only victim, and yet they still treat him as if he were untouchable. That scarred me deeply. Today I am a mother. I love my children deeply and I am very protective. But for some time now, I've been having intrusive thoughts that fill me with fear and disgust. They aren't desires; I don't want to hurt them, on the contrary: just thinking about it distresses me. It's harder with my daughters, even when bathing them, and that makes me question myself and feel guilty. I never crossed any boundaries, nor would I, but my mind sometimes attacks me with the "what if?" I would like to know if anyone else has experienced something similar: this fear of becoming what I suffered. Thank you for reading.

1983, that year sticks out so loudly. That year, my younger brother started sexually abusing me. It was always when our only parent was away at work. It would happen either in my closet or my bathroom (it was carpeted). I can’t remember how many times this happened but I’m going to say 4 more years worth. I have had a family acquaintance ask my parent if he could date me, I was 12 years old at that time. That still bothers me to this day. I had a weapon held to me asking me to comply with something sexual. My mind went completely blank. Needless to say, he is serving the rest of his natural life behind bars for violating his daughters. I lost a fantastic job for reporting sexual harassment. My life has been on a downward spiral now. I have no family or support system and this is a dark and lonely road to be on. I think I’m ready to seek some help. I haven’t had any contact with this sibling of mine in almost 20 years.

I was raped by a co-worker, technically a superior, 3 years ago. My anniversary was this week and it's been on my mind in a painful way. I have been in therapy and I told some people in my life the basic story over the years. It's been a very long journey so far, but there is still so much further to go. I have so much more healing that needs to happen. I am healed enough where I'm not in a constant state of crisis. But there is so far to go. I am probably ready for the next step in the healing process and I think that might be telling my story somehow, anonymously for now. Even just trying to organize it and try to make sense of it by organizing it somehow in my mind or on paper. There are so many memories and feelings that are all jumbled up. I think writing about them might help pull them apart and create more space for it.

my mind is going a mile a minute and i felt the need to type this out for like proof it happened or something. This is just one of my experiences, there are many others. I'm so glad i don't work retail anymore because when i was at retail store i had to deal with someone who molested me as a kid at my friend's birthday party when i was around 7? He showed up bc his wife had brought their daughter to get her ears pierced but left her ID in the store. He came in and i barely recognized him and i was like "omg! i think i know you. you're my friend's older brother, y'all used to live across the street from us" and he wouldn't even look me in the eye because he was so uncomfortable. and i didn't even piece it together at that point and thought he was just being weird, but as i've been reevaluating a lot of things that happened to me, it was something i thought about. how does someone like him get to have children? did no one else ever speak up and tell anyone? is that something i should have done? but i know didnt speak up because i knew that it was just something that boys did sometimes, and to quote him "you'll understand when you're older" and i guess I understand now. I never told his sister what he did, she probably wouldn't believe me anyway.

I was used by my brother who has grown up a lot but I still carry scars. My brother is four years older than me and when I was going from elementary school to Junior high, that summer, he made me think that girls in junior high need to know how to give oral to boys. First he did oral to me to show me it was not a big deal. I thought it was a huge deal. But I did it and he got me trained and had me keep it a secret, except from by best friend. He had his friend over when I had a sleepover one night and had her do it to his friend. Then they would have us do contests where they wear blindfolds. At least I was not alone then. It changed me even though seventh grade itself had nothing to do with anything like that. It was a lie to get pleasure from me. My brother still had me doing it at home. And sometimes he would do it to me and I did climax. So I had this weird secret sex life and felt really messed up about it. Then in eight grade I had my first real boyfriend. My parents are so strict, even though they both worked and left me alone with my brother. To go to the movies with my boyfriend they made sure it was with a group and took me there and waited outside the theater. Well one time when we went to see Snow White and the Huntsman my same BFF and me went through with our plan to go down on our guys in the last row of the theater and we did it. It was only a month later I started having sex with him which never would have happened if not for what my brother had done. We snuck out from her place during a sleepover and met the boys outside and went to the nearby park and did it in the grass. That was my virginity. The really bad event, where my life got knocked off the tracks, is when we tried it from my house, sneaking out the window and going just out farther into my big back yard that opened into nothing but the side of a big hill and my dad caught us. It was awful. The world ended. I was treated like a huge betrayer and almost all my privileges were revoked and essentially I was grounded without any end date. And still by brother would make me do the oral. I was broken hearted because I was not allowed to have my boyfriend to the point my parents made me go to the school and talk to the principal and vice principal and they made sure I would not have any chance to ever see him alone. And my brother kept creeping in at night sometimes or when we were left alone expecting me to do what he had trained me to be used to. The next really bad part was two months into my new restricted life. My brother started doing his oral on me one afternoon after school and decided to take it farther and got up and started kissing me and had sex with me. I was in the moment and did not do anything to stop him and even participated. No condom. It was an afternoon when my parents were away and so we did not have to keep quiet or worry and he did it so much longer than my few times with my boyfriend, because he was older and knew more from being with other girls that I got sore for my first time and got a urine infection. I did not eat my dinner that night and pretended to be sick and cried myself to sleep. My brother really wanted to do it again, telling me it was the best sex he ever had, but I refused and one thing I could say for him back then was at least he was not a rapist. Even though he pressured me he never tried to force himself inside me. Four months after I had lost my incest virginity the school year ended and he graduated. I went to high school and he moved out to live in college dorms 120 miles from our home town. Public school was over for me, as was planned as soon as my dad caught me on the hill. I went to an all girl’s Catholic high school. My dad had to drive me a half hour every morning and my mom picked me up from my whole first year. Then they got me a car so I could drive myself but the mileage and my times were closely monitored. I did not have an intercourse throughout high school but seven times total I did oral on my brother during summer and winter breaks when we were both at home. That was the end of incest in my life. I went to college in Atlanta but not the same one as my brother. I rebelled against my parents and even though they tried to keep control, as a legal adult I did not let them. Turmoil and sadness lasted months until they finally got it. I separated from them financial and worked and took out student loans. I was very promiscuous in college. I drank, partied and used drugs recreationally and had several guys I was seeing on and off for mostly sex. That was my life and I thought I enjoyed it at the time. I became stronger and more assertive and when my brother first hinted during a Thanksgiving meeting at our relative’s house that we go for a drive I told him I never wanted to touch him again in such a powerful way that he knew I was off limits and even seemed like the scared one in our relationship. I didn’t enroll in classes for two nonconsecutive semester just because my party life was so much more fun. I traveled on and off. Sometimes with friends, sometimes with men, usually older, who invited me to exotic places. The Maldives, Portugal, The Virgin Islands. I let my married boss use me for a weekend in Key West. I had an affair with my Spanish teacher, who only took me as far as Panama City, Florida. So many risky one night stands. My identity was that I was not looking for anything permanent, a child of the universe. While I was used as a plaything so many times and believed I liked the game. I would tell them things about wanting to make their dick happy and stuff that would inflate their ego. I’m sure there are so many text messages out there that they saved about the size of their D fitting in my little P, about being a little girl wanting them to teach me to be woman and other depraved fantasies I thought they wanted to hear. Obviously directly related to what my brother did to me. I am almost positive I avoided being raped more than once by going with the flow when I did not expect to or probably want to. It may be good that some of them I probably don’t remember. Once was at one of the few fraternity parties I ever went to. It was three guys, not my usual style. Once was with my roommate's father who was visiting her at our rented house and found his way to my bed in the early morning. One of the more extreme traumatic events was with a police officer who pulled me over for driving when I had been drinking but was under the legal limit on his breathalyzer. He followed me home, like a mile away, “for my safety” and even followed me inside. I was in an apartment then and I thought my roomate was home and told him so. But when she wasn’t there he said I lied to a police officer and he had to do a more thorough search if I wanted to avoid being arrested. He was not attractive or nice. He had a gun thought he never took it out. You can guess what happened. I finally shed that wild life during my second to last semester when I saw the end of college coming. My G.P.A was 3.3. and my major was philosophy and it dawned on me that the future was not bright in terms of what I would do or how I would pay back my loans. I buckled down and decided to change. I had an offer to strip and ‘make a lot of money’ but thankfully not only did never considered myself like that, but when I went with a friend for her interview and they tried to recruit me they were so sleazy we both ran out of there disgusted. I reevaluated my whole life. I considered ending it, but some survival mechanism did not allow it. I did not want to be the person I had been for a few years. I looked ahead and saw it was not sustainable as I aged and had no real love or stability. I quit serving when I got an offer to work in a legal office. I slept with the manager who hired me as a receptionist but it was a drop in the bucket of things to be shameful of. He was the last one like that. I got all A’s and graduated cum laude. I got promoted in the firm mostly by title but used it to spring away and take a lower paying job in a nonprofit law firm where I had not slept with anyone. There I did sleep with a lawyer but I am married to him still and my life is back together. I love him and he loves me. He does not know the extent of my sluttiness in college or about my brother and I doubt he ever will. That darkness is fading and it is not part of my life now. It is not who I am. As for my brother, he has a family now and we are on good terms. We did talk about it once while I was studying like crazy my senior year, although it was not a big deep talk. I did mention that he used me, he apologized, we hugged, and that was it. Not the cathartic confrontation some might expect. My catharsis is my husband, and my life now that I am grateful for. We adopted two toddler brothers and I am their mom. Maybe we’ll have one of our own. Maybe we’ll adopt again. I was used and introduced to sex too young and early and it strained my relationship with my parents for a long time and I’ll never get that back. It derailed my life. I was set adrift for a while but God or the universe or random luck finally put me in a good place. Everything that happened led me what I have now. I can’t say I never contemplated suicide in darker times. But like in the move Cast Away, if I may quote, “I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. And now, here I am.” Thousands of hours spent studying philosophy and I quote a movie that was not even based on a book. But it’s perfect.

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.

At the age of four, my mom used to take me out to the trunk of her Jeep and beat me for 20-30 minutes at a time. She would hit me, pull my hair, and scream profanity at me. The physical abuse lasted until I was 11-years-old, and she only stopped once CPS got involved. My dad knew; he did nothing. At the age of 6, I got sexually molested at school by another female. My mother told me it was not molestation, and that I was just "playing around." At the age of 11, I was sexually abused by the neighborhood boys. They were in their mid-teens, and would touch me inappropriately, rub their penises against me, and tell me inappropriate jokes. At that same age, I was also dry humped on the face by multiple boys who I considered friends. At the age of 16, I was raped by a 26-year-old man. He groomed me beginning at the age of 14-years-old, and convinced me he was a safe person. At that same point in my life, I was raped by a 23-year-old that I had known for two years and considered safe. He took me to a room where we could "be alone" then proceeded to force himself on me. I was crying and telling him to stop, but he didn't stop. I dated him for three months after that, and he continued to pressure me into sex and emotionally abuse me. Starting at the age of 14-years-old, I began getting harassed online. I stupidly gave out my phone number and address to someone I had trusted, and they were posted on 4chan (a public image board). I was harassed daily: I received death threats; I received threatening phone calls; I would receive calls to my school. I then found out that the person I trusted killed a girl in his home city, and that they had proof I was going to be the next victim. At the age of 17, my step-dad physically assaulted me and almost broke my wrist. He put a cigarette out on my head, strangled me, and threatened me. My mom watched, holding the phone, and told me it was my fault for "not leaving when [she] told [me] to." The only help I got was from a neighbor who saw me run out of the house, covered in blood. That same year, I was kicked out because I refused to lift the restraining order off of my step-dad, and my mom gave me an ultimatum. I refused and went to live elsewhere. At the age of 18, I moved in with my first serious boyfriend. He was abusive and cheated on me multiple times. He would call me every name in the book and threaten to harm me and break my belongings. I did not get away until I was just turning 19. At the age of 20, I moved in with my dad. My step-mom was jealous of my dad and I's relationship and physically assaulted me and kicked me out on my 21st birthday. My dad did nothing again. At the age of 21, I developed life-threatening bulimia and anorexia and began drinking heavily to self-medicate. My fiance helped me through these disorders and saved my life. I am now 24-years-old and have many stable and healthy relationships--both in friendship and love. I am also receiving help via medication for C-PTSD, GAD, and major depressive disorder. I began therapy recently, too, and am learning to confront my traumas and move on. It's hard, and there are many things I remember each day that send me into a panic, but I want to heal and reclaim my innocence, power, and self-worth.

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

I got out of an abusive relationship. It wasn’t till I left there was physical abuse and emotional abuse. Even if the physical was minimal. I’m so glad to be apart of a group of women who are healing. Healing is hard, it’s been countless sleepless nights, extra periods, and nightmares over and over. But the reward of being free is so much better than anything I could’ve imagined. I don’t wish to ever be back in that, and am glad I left every day

It was 21 years ago and I have never told anyone. I lived with my first roommate, who I knew had some questionable friends. Nevertheless, I trusted her and our new, cute, little home. Until one night she had friends over. I didn't drink and wasn't into hard drugs. We had food, everyone else was drinking and having a good time. I don't remember anything after that, until I woke up in the middle of the night with a man, one of her 'friends', on top of me. He was inside of me as I laid on the middle of the floor. I could not move, I could not speak. It wasn't a flight, fight or freeze, I had been drugged and could not move a single part of my body. I couldn't even move my arms to push him away. And when my roommates MOTHER walked into our new home, into the dark room, in the middle of the night, she saw what was happening. All I could do was open my eyes wide with fear, but she turned around and walked out without a word and left him to finish what he started. He laughed when she walked away. By the time I had any control of my body, he was gone, I was alone and naked on the living room floor of my first place, where every person stepped over me as they filed out in the morning. It was the morning joke...what and who did she do. No one asked if I was ok that morning. No one ever did. It has been 21 years and I still don't know the name of the man who raped me that night, but I will always remember his face.

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

schools fail to continue to teach students the importance of saying no when faced with peer pressure, whether it's during class and/or on Campus (if both parties attend College and live at the dorms) Abroad, girls still aren't protected from abuse. And as it is, most can still carry the risk of becoming a mother on her 15th birthday.

It was the guy i was dating at the time, and we were just hanging out at his house like any normal day. He’d push me into sex all the time, and i’m realizing months later i have a lot of trauma from this relationship, but this particular instance has been rattling in my head a lot lately. He started forcing himself on to me, despite that i was saying “stop” “what are you doing” he wouldn’t stop. I specifically remember the look on his face. I’ve never seen someone be able to look evil like that. evil is not a word i use, but it’s exactly how to describe it. I continued to resist, of course, and before anything actually happened, he stopped. I remember saying “(name), what the fuck are you doing?” and the look on his face finally changed and he stepped back and just said “I don’t know... sorry”. i don’t know if this is actually assault or not. but recently i heard from a girl he dated before me, that him and another guy forced themselves onto her, and didn’t stop. i don’t have any way to know if it’s true or not because they all admit there was a lot of drinking and drugs involved that night so their memory is foggy, but she mentioned the look on his face. she said how she only saw anger in his eyes. and i knew what face she was talking about. what if he does it again?? is there anything i can do?? was i actually assaulted or am i in my head over fucking nothing??? i don’t know what to do.

This is pretty hard to write, but I need advice. I was somewhere in between first and third grade when I was sa. I was really close to this one friend and all I really remember is being in their basement a few times and them touching me inappropriately. I don’t think I ever told them to stop though, so idk if this counts. I also told my old therapist, but they said they didn’t need to report it. I have a new one now and I’m not sure if I should tell them and If I’m just being over dramatic.

The shadows that danced in my childhood bedroom, the chilling whispers that replaced lullabies - they both had carved away my innocence, leaving me a hollow vessel. I awoke each morning with a startled flinch, the sun a harsh reminder of the memories that clung like cobwebs to my soul. My name, once a strong melody, now echoed in the silent chambers of my trauma. I dared not speak it, fearing it would summon the past, its claws still scraping at my soul. I cloaked myself in anonymity, a shield against a world that had failed to protect me. Days bled into weeks. My existence being a monotonous grey painting my existence. The laughter of children, a foreign language, mocked the joy I had lost. Yet, in the quiet whispers of the wind and the sun's gentle touch, I found a flicker of life. With each inhalation, a tentative step back into the world, each exhalation, a shard of stolen innocence released. One day, a crimson butterfly, a splash of defiance against the grey, alighted on my palm. Its fragile beauty, a testament to resilience. It whispered a promise of hope. My eyes, cleansed by tears, began to see the world anew. The chirping of sparrows became a symphony, the rustle of leaves, a comforting rhythm. My hands, once small and nimble, were now knotted claws, permanently clenched against the echoes of fear. Each step felt like navigating a minefield, the world a treacherous landscape littered with triggers. Sunlight felt like acid on skin, laughter a jarring symphony of mocking bells. Sleep, when it came, was a haunted slumber, a descent into the abyss of the past. My voice, still raw, spoke of the shadows. Not to blame, but to share the burden, to warn, to heal. The scars remained, etched deep, but they were no longer chains, but reminders. Reminders of my strength, my unwavering will to reclaim myself. I was not a victim. I was a survivor, a warrior, an artist with a palette of hope. I didn't need a name, not yet. I was a whisper in the wind, a melody in the rain, a butterfly with wings of fire. I was a boy who found forgiveness, not for the one who stole his childhood, but for himself. I Weathered the storm and painted the world anew. I was Hope itself, a beacon in the darkness, a boy who bloomed from ashes.

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 am in very toxic relationship for 5 years where my boyfriend always treat me as slave andshout at me compare me with other girls body shamming demotivate me disrespect me don’t share anything don’t call me txt me.. he always ask for space and all.. if anything happen he blocked me.. from everywhere ..any occasion don’t matter to him not my birthday or anniversary if I wanted to meet he always deny and shouted at me hurt me with his harsh words He didn’t add me on fb or insta or any social media .. but he is added with some of my beautyfull girls .. Probably cheat on me also He hide the relationship to everyone So I decided to treat him silently if I cant bear this any more I will leave him Day one I told him I am feeling down so I need the night to stay calm He response very rudely (valo thakte valo lage na ja birohe thak pore amk kisu bolte ashbi na ) I don’t want to stay good so I do this shit eventually ..so say nothing to him I just did my own stuff be alone for a while going to hospital with ammu didn’t share anything with him at night he asked what happened I said nothing he said ( na bolle nai eto tel marte parbo na ) I don’t want to pamper u He was staying online till 3/ 4 am … idk what he do Day 2 He greet morning I also greet morning normal conversation And again I took my self out for dance cls gone to hhospital with ammu and had amazing riksha ride and talked a lot about stuff… After comeback to home I asked him what he wanted me to wear for shoot he showed me some pictures and blauses there also he told me (tmr moto nongra meye ami jibone dekhi nai jama kapor guchano na kno jama kapor nai fokinni er moto thako)I dirty.. I don’t know how to look goodhe never saw girl like me I am a road side stupid …I ignored as I wanted still I showed him saree and blauses and he choice 5 from them so he decided to meet at 9 am morning and asked me to awake himupp at8.30 Again he was online 3/4 am in insta fb whatsaap Day 3 He asked me to meet for saree shoot and meet me at 9 .. so got up early and called him to awak up.. he said he is already aweakn … So I got my self ready and 9.44 he said he will be out in5 mins so I already got my self out at 10 but he didn’t got out … so I reached there and he didn’t come… I waited for 2 hours and then he came at12.15.. he came but he didn’t say sorry for make me wait for 2 hours .. ulta amk bole ami kno age ber holam natok kore ore na bole ….on the other hand he says why did u got out so early did u tell me? Why um doing all this drama ? Then we pictures of mine and his as well .. Aftr the day he asked me to seat with him so I say u said u wanted to save yourself for your wife and this is the thing um also doing.. And I showed him that he is been online at4 am but he lied and didn’t aggred so I show himthe ss but still he lied over my face .. Then he asked me for my p .. and he blackmailed me immotionally and I was stupid again I gave him that …. He talked some emotional things about future and his plan of getting marry with me have a house of our own and all…. But some how I don’t belive those things its make me feel like this all are fake I cant trust him at all somehow I feel like he is with me bcz of this busess and money.. he don’t love me at all…

When I was 6-7 years old, I was pinned to my ottoman by my older brother (8-9 years) and my friend (6-7 years) and repeatedly kissed on the mouth by another friend (8-9). I told them to stop and put up a struggle but ultimately gave up and let it happen. Is this COCSA or an act of children not knowing boundaries?