I don't know why I put up with this for so long.

I was first molested by my cousin, he was a teenager, I was a toddler. He climbed in my bed one night startling me awake and he touched my privates and made me touch his all the while telling me “it’s ok”. I knew deep down it wasn’t ok, but at the same time I trusted him, he was like my brother. He was caught and sent away to another state, I never saw him again. He left me with a fear I had never experienced, I was afraid at night in my

Why is it up for debate if he is a perpetrator when he already made me his victim?

If I hear one more time how he is a good person… he obviously wasn’t one to me. You are not neutral, you are simply shitty friends. If you don’t want to take sides… you are taking sides. Because there is no way that you believe and understand what happened to me and keep being friends with him. There is no way that

we were 14 . he was my boyfriend, he manipulated me, forced me to think that’s what love was , that i was alone and no one else would be around for apart from him. every day he would pressure me, guilt trip me with sayings like, this is what everyone does, ur not normal, you don’t love me, i’ll leave you, i’ll tell everyone we had sex (even though we didn’t). every day for weeks— until i finally gave in and sent pictures.

The first time I felt like my body wasn’t mine, was when he kissed me on my 16th birthday and then put his hand down my pants without asking.

The next time I was too drunk to walk home so he let me stay in his sisters bedroom and he put his dick in me even after I said no. He cried to me after and blamed it on the fact he had OCD.

My first boyfriend of 2 and a half years when I was 14/15 started to have sexual impulses that I was not was asking or ready for. Forcing me up against a wall in public, at school, with his hands up my shirt or in between my legs. On days that he was short tempered I would be left exposed trying to cover myself up while he left me alone to deal with my emotions and my messy half clothed body. He then would threaten me that he would

It was July 26th, 2019. I was at the local county fair. I was just 12 years old. He was 17. He trapped me in a booth, like the ones in restaurants, and stuck his fingers up me. Then he proceeded to grab my breasts. I got up and ran 2 miles away from him. Now he follows me around. I sleep with a bat in my bed and walk around town with a personal alarm and pepper spray. I wish life would go back to normal.

Fuck you.
You are such a shitty person you deserve to suffer and rot in hell. i wanted so badly for you to get in serious trouble but nothing would even happen since ur under 18 so i didn’t press charges bc i didn’t want to deal with the long process of going court. seeing u go unpunished literally destroys me. I want ur life to be ruined

You took my dignity, my parents, my job and my life but I won't let you take my identity. Drowning in a cesspool of meds that I don't need that some physician prescribed to me. Do you know what that feels like? My power and freedom right now is being taking away from me by my parents and these "doctors."

I was sexually abused as a child and then again as a teenager / young adult by a therapist I went to for the childhood sexual abuse. I didn’t even know he was abusing me. He convinced me this “method “ of therapy is the only thing that would heal me. He manipulated, lied to and brainwashed me over the course of 8 years. I’m recovering slowly. I have bad days,

When I told you before coming over I only wanted to chill out without having sex this time, you said that’s okay and did it anyways. You took that as “I’ll change her mind” “I’ll just keep begging and pleading and forcing my hands on her body and holding her head so close to mine she could not pull away.” When I told you I had a headache and just needed to rest you told me you would fuck it out of me and forced yourself

You caught me off guard when you looked me, up and down, told me the way I eat is "sexy", and put your hands on my neck to "relax me." You were much older than me and I didn't want to loose my job because I had just been promoted. I felt really proud of myself to be an assistant manager at 23, but see now it was all grooming. You flaunted your famous father

I was raped by four older boys when I was 14 years old. I had bruises all over my body and when I went to report it to the police, they didn't believe me. They told me: "we know your culture (black), you're protecting someone in your family." So, I did not report it. I was bullied at school for the fact that I was raped. I'm 17 now

You told me you were a “ladies man” and at the time I didn’t realize that that comment wasn’t so innocent. You told me you loved me but was it love when you forced your tongue down the back of my throat. Was it love when I asked you if we could just sit because I mentally wasn’t okay and you turned my face towards you to force me to make out with you?

My multiple-offender rape happened at 17. I was in high school and I told no one. Parts of me died that night. I was intoxicated, unconscious and woke up in an all-male athletic college dorm, being assaulted with an audience there to watch, and another college guy waiting and prepared. I was talking to them inside a bar on Bourbon Street (snuck there with a friend) and next came a total blackout. I am and always will be, haunted by them being able to

You robbed me of something resembling a normal childhood when you came into my room at night to touch me in such a way no adult should ever touch a child. You did this from my first memory until I confronted you as a young teen, when the nightmare finally stopped.

i was twelve years old when you assaulted me at knifepoint. i was twelve years old when you scarred my mind and body. i was twelve years old. but i’m helping other survivors now, and that’s what i’ve realized. i’m not a victim, i’m a survivor, and you? you’re a coward. you took so much from me. you made me suicidal. you made me afraid. you made

How did it feel to force yourself into my mouth and then tell me, “I just had to do it so you would get over yourself”. Did you realize in that moment you had just committed rape? Will you ever realize? You. Raped. Me.

I do not even know your name. Your actions showed you have no heart. Did you enjoy forcing me to blow you? Did you enjoy wrapping your hands around my neck? Did you enjoy forcing yourself inside me despite my pleas for you to stop? Women are not human to you. We are toys that you can do anything you want to. Well you do not dominate my thoughts anymore. I am stronger now because I survived. When you were raping me I was so scared that you were going to kill me. But now three years later, I know how strong I am.

You said you wouldn’t hurt me. You said you weren’t that type of person. You said we would have a few drinks & get to know each other. You lied. I trusted you. I believed you. Then you drugged me, in my own home. I was out cold for 3 hours. When I awoke in my room, I was naked & battered. I woke up confused. You were still in my house when I

I trusted you with my life. The night you hurt me was the night I had the security of life taken away. After that your hands felt cold and scary. I felt disgusting on my skin when you were the one who broke my wall.

When you broke up with me, I was sad for a few days. A week later, you appeared at my workplace and screamed at me, saying I had ruined your life because I broke up with you. This was confusing. You began to follow me in your car from place to place. Sometimes you blared music, other times you held the horn down getting as close to my feet on the sidewalk as possible. You called me in the middle of the night to tell me you were going to kill me. You called multiple times some nights. A few months later, I was walking with a man and

I said nothing when you pulled down my bikini top, at the pool, in front of all of your friends. I said nothing when you grabbed me at a party, pushed me onto the couch, mimicking, like we were having sex. I said nothing when you pulled the sheet off of me, exposing my nakedness to your friend. I said nothing when you banged on my dorm room door, threatening to break in or followed me in your car, while I walked to class. I said nothing when you called me a slut or told your friend that he could have sex with me. I said nothing when

Our mutual friends Lissa and J were dating and wanted to set us up. I was not interested in dating you, but felt we could have a nice friendship. You invited us to your folks’ cabin in Vermont for the weekend. As soon as we arrived, I took in the rustic wood beamed ceiling of the 70s chalet. Before we could make our way to sit in the overstuffed living room couch, you or J offered us hash. I smoked some and immediately felt I had to lie down. You took me to a bedroom, the sheets were white. I had trouble keeping my eyes open, and it was very