Dear Me Too Letters,

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.


On my 18th birthday party I passed out drunk and my boyfriend at the time fucked me. I remember waking up and told him he had raped me. He begged me not to tell anyone and to not leave him.

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Dear Me Too Letters,

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 kill himself if I ever broke it off with him. After almost 3 years of this abuse and torture I had the courage to break things off with him. Which you would think that is amazing and my life went on for the better right? NO.... Instead he spread awful rumors about me all over our small town high school, where I was constantly passing someone in the hallway whispering my name. My life became engraved with our breakup. My mentally and sexually abusive boyfriend at 15 controlled my social life. So not only was I left very vulnerable, I was also very desperate for a friend that I could trust and confide in. This is where things went wrong.

I was the ONLY FEMALE in a advanced weights class and I attracted attention from my peers... Which is where my life really turned for the worst. I was all alone one day during school and wanting to ditch class I took a walk around the halls, where I bumped into a guy who would frequently stop by my weights class. He then asked if I would want to hang out on Twitter where I agreed to meet him at his car and we would hang out for a bit, and get to know each other better! I am freaking out because this guy is pretty popular and has a lot of friends, if I become friends with him I can get even more friends! Except this friend that I just met had other plans for me. He parked his car in a very isolated secluded place, no people, no cameras, part of a store parking lot. He then blasts the cold AC on high and sits in the back seat of his car. Then invites me to come and join him, which I do. Finding it very odd I sit as far away from him as possible, every bone in my body is screaming to run away to the school which is 2 blocks away. My mind immediately goes blank when he physically moves my entire body on top of him with one arm. My legs feel as of they are breaking from the way he positioned me like a doll to straddle him. Shoving his tongue down my thoat and touching my breasts, he then tries to undress me. Due to his lack of knowledge on how women's clothes work I was at least able to keep my clothes on. He then decides to position me on my back and shove my whole body into the car door where my head is getting smashed. Deciding that he then still didn't have enough room to maneuver, he crushes my whole body even further into the door of his car. Then trying to pleasure himself, he decides to feel me up from head to toe. My mind goes black and numb with the pain that I am feeling in my skull. I snapped back into reality with him fingering me and trying to undo my pants. Where I then go into fight mode and he then decides to give up on undressing me. He moves on quickly to slamming his body in-between me and is now humping me, constantly smashing my whole body against the door over and over and over again. The only thing that stopped him was when he finally checked the time. He then SILENTLY drove me back to school where he dropped me off like a hooker. I immediately start hyperventilating and speed walked to the bathroom gagging and throwing up. I go home and pretend that nothing happened thinking that the whole thing was my fault and that i was a complete slut and asking for it and that I was now dirty. I shut myself in my room, dealing with an intense migraine.
The next day I wake up to an even worse headache, and sensitivity to lights. At lunch my headache progressively got worse, and I was starting to get sweaty and super nauseous. My tongue started to swell, I was seeing stars, the room was spinning uncontrollably, and I couldn't throw up, or breath very good. My friend practically carries me to the office where they collapse me to a table, the school cop decided that I wasn't okay at all and called the ambulance, which then means that I would have to now tell them and my mom what happened the day before. The ambulance shows up and I wasn't breathing okay and then my mom showed up and I started telling her how sorry I was and how I was so dirty and gross. She told me that it wasn't my fault, after my whole breakdown sob to my mom on what happened to me, I had to be physically carried to my mom's car to go to the hospital where the nurses and the cop who took my statement where so rude and short tempered to me! I at this point was physically and emotionally 100% drained, I could no longer walk or talk. After getting x-rays to confirm if I had fractured my neck or not I could go home. I had a serious concussion where I couldn't over stimulate my brain for over a month! I then started to have insane neck and back pain months later. After getting an appointment with a chiropractor, come to find out my spine was now collapsing and was almost untreatable without surgery. I received intense rehab at the chiropractor for 9 months 3 days a week for an hour. Onto the court side of things, the STATE ATTORNEY decided to take on my case and charge the son of a bitch who did this to me. AFTER A YEAR of waiting and him running around preaching about how he almost fucked me and how I was like this trophy to him, while I on the other hand was constantly being bullied, belittled, mistreated by my peers and teachers. I suffered while he flourished for his senior year, everyone knew me or knew my name. The end results of court was that he got a Class B Felony as a minor. Therefore all traces of me and what that monster did to me would disappear. It has been 4 years since and I am still having days of breakdown from my experience, I have learned a lot, but I have lost more. Still trying to build onto of what has been broken and hoping that everything doesn't all come down.

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Dear Me Too Letters,

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.

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Dear Jay,

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 the same way you ruined mine. fuck you i sat there sobbing trying to push u off while u forced me down. you deserve the death penalty i can’t believe u get to walk free with no punishments while i have to suffer with this trauma the rest of my fucking life. u don’t even know the pain and suffering i had to go through. ur such a fucking asshole i hate u more then words can describe. i genuinely want u to die slowly and painfully.
fuck you from- the girl u raped :)

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Dear Con Artists,

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 mentally stable once before. I know that I don't belong in this program. I am being forced to use someone else's resources while you live my life. I was going to start a new relationship, travel and start doing things a normal woman my age should be doing. Do you know how it feels when your parents call you crazy after you have been sexually assaulted? To be gaslighted and told by a mental health worker that your assault was some crazy fantasy that I created.


I have been mentally abused, molested by an unknown female assailant from my job and forced to take medications that don't align with my physical symptoms. I don't know what I have that you don't, but I know that you have to be weak to take someone else’s face so you can live a normal life. I won't let you break me or anyone else.

Sincerely,
The person that you will never be

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Dear Survivors,

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, horrible days and some better days. Abuse isn’t always violent, it isn’t always terrifying in the moment but it’s always damaging. The terror shows up later, the pain seeps through in ways we aren’t even aware of. But there are brighter days ahead. Time is consistent, it’s reliable and it always passes. You are not alone ❤️

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Nick,

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 upon me. I didn’t have the strength to fight it. When I told you I didn’t want to give you head right now, you asked me angrily “well what the hell am I supposed to do?!? Go jerk off in your bathroom?!” “Why don’t you trust me” “let’s just do it now get it over with them we can chill.” “Why not?!” “We’re gonna end up doing it let’s just do it now.” And so I laid there eyes closed with my mind somewhere else waiting for it to be over. Longing for it to just be done. And I thought that was normal, as you were all I ever knew. You raped me and told me that it was love. Now you’ve hurt other women too, and I although it was you who did wrong, somehow I feel guilty, for not speaking up. I know I shouldn’t. But I do. You are a cruel, selfish man. You robbed me of my innocence, my youth, my trust, and so much more. I hope that haunts you everyday, every waking moment, and every bad dream, like it does me.

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Dear Creepy Boss,

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, blamed your “psycho” ex wife for not seeing your kids, confided in your female employees about intimate stuff. Eventually, two female sales associates sued the company for sexual harassment. I wasn't there when the events occurred so I had to say that I didn't see anything when I was deposed. It felt like betrayal. At no time did the woman lawyer ask me if I had seen any inappropriate behavior in the workplace or if I had personally experienced anything myself.

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Dear Words From Survivors,

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 and I'm still recovering from clinical depression, PTSD and suicidal thoughts. I also developed anxiety and I have several anxiety/panic attacks a day. I even had to be admitted to a psychiatric institution because I wanted to kill myself. Thanks to your post (wordsfromsurvivors) and several other Instagrammers, I'm starting to realize that it's not my fault and I'm getting my confidence back!

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To You,

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. Was it love when you looked at me and said “wow you’re good at that”. Was it love when you forcefully made out with me over and over despite my “no’s” and then grinded up against me. I soon found out you had assaulted a minor. You “penetrated” her and you almost got away with doing the same with me. You had asked me to wear a dress so you could simply get your hands on my ass. I now have symptoms of ptsd and every day I am haunted by you. I can’t get myself to report you or get a restraining order. I can’t talk about what happened. The thought of dating someone else makes me feel physically sick. There were countless nights where remembering you made me almost throw up. I ran from you but you are still here.

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