it makes me sick that terrible things happen to people. it disgusts me that older people will touch and try to rape younger people. it's just so gross. it's wrong to rape anyone. no means no. reading these stories you post, it makes me cringe as I read them and I'm so sorry to everyone who's been raped or molested or anything bad. I hope that you don't have nightmares at night and I hope you get better and aren't depressed and suicidal!
I think I had begun to get raped when I was 4. I was so young, I wouldn't have remembered if it was any earlier. He continued until he got a stroke when I was 11. It was also around the time when I moved away and never had to see him again. I thought that I was completely done with him, and that I'd never have to revisit that part of my life again, until I found out I was pregnant (I developed very early). I lost the baby, but I still wish none of it had to even happen
I can't remember anything from six to nine , so I don't really know when it happened. I just remember sitting in my aunts bed watching spongebob when my cousin came . I didn't mind he was my best friend. Then he latest next to me and told me to lay down so I did. He then started touching my chest and and flipped me on my stomach and he did it, he took my childhood away from me. I was so scared and I felt like it was my fault. I didn't remember until when I was like eleven and I cried so much and
I am sobbing reading these stories and thinking about all of the strong men and women who go through this then come out the other side to face such disgusting rape culture. it hurts my heart so badly to imagine how people feel. I just need things to change.
I had a dream last night. My old Spanish teacher from middle school (I'm in high school now) was doing disgusting things to me. I mean he was molesting me and looking at me and it just makes me cry everytime I think about it because it reminded me of when I was molested twice when I was little. The next morning I smoked, tonight I think I'll cut. :( idk what's wrong with me.
When I was 11, my best friend killed herself. On her anniversary the next year, I stayed at my bf's house and we watched disney movies. He pinned me down when I got tired and ripped off my footie pajamas and violently raped me several times. I don't know if he continued or not when I passed out. I have never been able to tell anyone the details. I attempted suicide 4 times before getting therapy. 5 years later, I am a survivor and I will not bow to society's shit.
When I was 14, I dated boy. a really popular boy. who stupidly enough, only dated me because he made a stupid bet with some highschoolers that he could get in my pants. i broke up with him when i found out. when I was 15 i fell in love with a guy and we've been together for a while. we ended up sleeping together and i told my best friend who ended up telling like everyone. and my ex got angry. really angry. and he was high. and he beat me up and raped me and called me a whore... -d
I don't even know if this would count as rape but my boyfriend at the time kept on forcing me to do things and always touching me when I said no and I had sex with him even though I didn't want to. I regret it so badly. He was 17 and I was 15
My 19 year old marriage had 15 years of sexual abuse and rape toward me. I was bad, didn't wear right clothes, didn't ask enough, was called as slut/whore. I'm out now. Had counselling for years. I want to enjoy sex again. There will be religious implications if I do, but right now, I don't care. I want to feel a man's embrace. I want to feel like I'm the one in control. I want to know what it can feel like, not the horror it was been my entire adult life.
I'm not even sure if my story counts. I mean technically I was willing, and he didn't force himself on me. But he was a scary guy, and really pushy. I felt like if I didn't give him what he wanted then he would hurt me. So I let my boyfriend at the time take my virginity, because I thought if I didn't, he would hurt me and take it anyway. I didn't even realize how wrong it was until 3 months ago. And now he's going around telling people that I raped him. And they believe him.
I feel crazy, like I don't remember anything but I feel it's a possibility, you know? Or maybe I'm just overthinking things, I honestly don't know. I've just never felt comfortable with people touching my legs even in a friendly/comforting way(don't post if not on anon, please)
I was 15. At a camp. I knew was a bit rough i was stuck with him. I kept my iPod in my bra for lack of pockets. He saw it and started making comments, I laughed and he kissed me and gently touched me. I thought he'd just tease me a little. Instead he started sucking and licking my tits. I started saying no when he tried pulling my pants Down.He did it anyway. No sex, but there were fingers involved. I didn't tell anyone, I thought it was my fault. I didn't think it was rape. Rape culture? Balls!
When I was a freshman I started seeing this senior. He came over one day and we were making out. I'd never done anything else with a guy. Next thing I know he's on top of me and pulling my pants off. I just laid there scared and confused. I thought that's how sex was, that's what I deserved. Months later I realized I was sexually assaulted but even my friends told me I had it coming. They don't know the nightmares I have
Thank you so much for this blog. As a girl who has not been raped, but is still depressed, with anxiety, and with a death in the close family, I often feel like there's no way out but suicide. But these people who share stories of rape on your blog and still stay strong each and every day inspired me. Thank you for this blog and thank you to everyone who shares their story.
When I was 10, my mom and dad got pretty drunk at my aunts house. I didnt like it when they were like that, because they were loud and noisy and cussed a lot, so I went to the guest bedroom and fell asleep. The next thing I knew, when I woke up my dad had his hands down my pants and was feeling around. I was so scared I didnt say anything because he was drunk-- when he's drunk, he can get pretty aggressive. I waited until he left and cried all night. I never told anyone, and he doesnt remember.
Im so sorry that this happens at all because rapists are the scum of the earth just like racists and such because I was taught that you literally have to think that someone is so below you in worth to think that you can just grab them and rape them because you felt like it and leave them like that. Its the same thing that happened to slaves- you have to feel like they are so below you that you can just own them like a piece of furniture rather than treating them as a human being. I…its terrible.
I was molested from the ages 5-14 and was told from children's aid that I was confessing to them because I wanted attention. My parents still make me be "normal" around all 4 of them. I hate waking up each morning, I hate them, I HATE THEM! They ruined my life, causing me to have poor attachment issues. I can't be alone in a room with anyone without being scared. I hate it!!!! I hate waking up everyday, and self harm to take away the pain they left me. Why did they choose me?
a few weeks ago i started a relationship with a girl. it was my first real relationship since i came out as a lesbian. things got serious pretty fast and i got scared. not too long after we started dating we were at our friends house and she was drinking. she probably won't even remember. she wanted to have sex but i didn't. i asked her to stop. yelled even. tried shoving her off me. my girlfriend raped me and she was the one person i trusted. i broke up with her a few days ago.
It’s like a dream I made up, it always feels like a made up dream. It’s still all so blurry. Is it weird that my mind can’t piece any of it together because it happened when I was so young (about 6 i’m 23 now) but I feel like my mind knows it did and my body remembers. Does that make any sense? I mentally panic when I see a certain men in the street and I automatically look at their hands wondering how much strength they have to potentially hold me down or I try to remember their features in case he will be the one to try and hurt me. I’m also a morbid thinker. I always think the absolute worst, I guess to mentally prepare for something I couldn’t prepare for that caused me such harm before, such as the sexual assault?
It’s just frustrating because I’m torn between thinking is it sick I just want to and need to remember such a horrific event for closure or crazy because I also don’t want to remember at all? Where do I go from here besides a soon to be mental breakdown.
I never believed in the death penalty until I heard some rape stories. I sincerely from the bottom of my heart will never forgive any rapist for whatever reason they chose to do it. It's evil and vile and NO ONE deserves to be raped
As my brother stood there and tried to help through a locked door. I told my mom but she just made him move out and she told me it was my fault for going with my brother. She never told the police instead she told my whole family.
Hi, I won't go on anon because I feel this is a safe place to talk, when I was 8 yrs old I went to a back house my mom was renting out to this 30 yr old man. My brother was with me and he pulled me inside and shut the door so quickly. He molested me
I was raped a few months ago, but I don't care. I got over it, it never affected me because I realize not all men are the same. The only thing I feel bad about is others' comments on my reaction to my rape. "You enjoyed it", "You're a slut because you don't even mind such a thing." I feel so worthless after such comments.
The guy who raped my boyfriend is free. He still walks on the street, he can still hurt people, and we can't do anything because we don't have enough evidence. And the guy who did it keeps posting things on his facebook - pictures saying things like "rape is WRONG". He has friends who are feminists and don't know anything about what happened and wouldn't believe us if we told them. Everything is so disgusting and bizarre. I don't know if I can live with this.
i don't have it bad. i know that, i do. i've never been touched by my dad. he hit me when i was little, but he's on medication now and sometimes he shoves me but it's definitely better. it's just - now that i'm a bit more grown up, he just worries me. he barges into the bathroom while i'm showering, opens my bedroom door even when i tell him i'm changing, and constantly pressures me to wear the (push up) bras my mum bought for my birthday. i know it's not that bad, but please, what should i do?*
With the barging in, set a limit. Tell your mother what he’s doing so she helps you set some sort of standard. Buy doorknobs with locks, anything. Make it clear that you want this attitude to stop. With the bra things, ignore him. He can’t tell you what to wear, what to look like. Be sure of your voice and actions. I hope this helped a bit.
I was 14 and was dating a guy that was about 3 years older than me. At the time I wanted to fit in with everyone, so I hung out with a bunch of girly-girls who had all lost their virginity, for the sake of not being singled out as a loner. I was also easily pressured into doing things like drinking, smoking, ditching class, ect. I went out with this older guy because it impressed my “friends” that I was able to hookup with someone who’s “experienced”, and it honestly gave my ego a good stroking.
Everything was fine at first, but then my boyfriend started wanting to do more “intimate” things with me. I was reluctant at first but he said that everyone else was doing it and we didn’t have to go all the way. Eventually, he pressured me into doing things with him. I was willing, I never said ‘no”, fought him, and we never got to the point of having sex, but I never enjoyed doing those things with him and I always felt dirty afterwards. I also got the feeling his was telling everybody what we were doing.
As time went by he started wanting to go all the way. He got more impatient and demanding with me, even going as far as saying I was being selfish and if I really loved him and trusted him I would have my first time with him. Finally, I told him yes. I thought that if we got it over and done with, he would stop acting this way and things would go back to normal.
It was afterschool, and I had told my mom I was staying for a meeting. My boyfriend and I were in the back of the school where no one was around and started getting into it. The entire time my head kept telling me to stop what was going to happen. I thought I was just being nervous since it was my first time after all, but it started getting more overwhelming until I finally stopped him as he was trying to pull my pants down. He got mad at me and I told him I didn’t wanna do it anymore and tried to leave… but he wouldn’t let me. He grabbed me and practically threw me against the wall and punched me before I could do anything. I was stunned. I just couldn’t believe that he actually hit me. Then he forced his hand down my pants and pushed his fingers inside me. I tried fighting but it hurt so much and he just shoved them in deeper. Then I heard someone yelling and he stopped. I wasted no time and ran out of there. I remember barging past someone, I think it was the janitor, but I’m not sure to this day.
I’m 21 now, and I’ve never told anyone about that day, not my parents, or the friends I’ve made in highschool and college. Not even my older sister, who had a similar experience when we were in highschool (she got away fortunately). I have a boyfriend who I’ve been with for 3 years, who I’m going to live with in a month and even he doesn’t know. I’ve mentioned almost losing my virginity to the person I dated before him, but I changed the story to my ex actually leaving me alone when I changed my mind.
This is literally the first time I’ve ever shared this with anyone. I keep telling myself I’ve gotten over it. I live a fairly normal life and never had to see a therapist but the thought of physcially telling someone about this still terrifies me. And I’ve kept it secret for so long, I dunno if I could ever bring myself to do it.
15, was at a party, people watched it all. Was raped by a senior then shoved down the stairs and laid in the yard for 5 hours. Walked 12 miles home. Didn't eat for two weeks, major depression, and i now cut. Attempted suicide and failed 4 times. Help
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When I was 14 my first boyfriend tried to coerce me into having sex with him after one month. While we dated he'd often touch my body when I told him not to. I broke up with him over the phone because I didn't feel safe with him. At 15 my second boyfriend invited me to his place one day. We fooled around until his family came home. I pulled his hand away but he continued touching me between my legs. I didn't know what do and hated how my body reacted. I haven't told anyone what he did to me.
I went on vacation to Barbados in January. I went out with my mum & cousin. I wore a black pencil skirt & a pink skull tank top. This tall man with dreads grabbed me by my wrist & pulled me onto him. I could feel his erection pressed into the small of my back & he said "Hey Baby Wanna Dance?" In my ear & I yelled no & punched him & ran after my mom. But I never told her. It hasn't phased me much but why couldn't I have stayed in the hotel. I don't wanna go back there without mikayla. I'm 13
I was molested by my brother's best friend from when I was 11 to about 14. I still have to see him sometimes. Because of this I suffer from depression and I have anxiety issues. I had never told a single person what had happened to me until a couple of weeks ago when I was finally able to admit it to myself and accept that it wasn't my fault. I finally feel as though I can get past this. I'll never forget, but I can finally start living my life and stop blaming myself and being afraid.
everyone out their who still is on this blog, dont back down. we r a strong people and together we can help eachother. I have been reading all ur stories and u all are so lucky to b alive and in 1 peice. i know that some of u want to die. i know you feel stupid and used. but ur not. it was someone else who was mentle and thought they could take what ever they wanted. u all will make it no matter what ppl say. dont be afraid 2 tell. someone will believe u. stay strong
When I was 4 I was molested by my swim teacher and I can barely even remember it it’s all hazy and so I have no idea how long it was going on, but eventually I told my Mom and we went to court and I was 4 and didn’t know what was going on and so he was declared not guilty and I had to see a therapist for four years and I’m 14 now and the memory will just flood in sometimes and its so hard to deal with and I don’t know how to get rid of the pain so now I hook up with other guys when I can because it makes me feel like I’m not worthless but then people label me as a skank and a whore and all because of this guy my lifes been messed up.
It's not just women that can be raped men too and not just by other men. I think people are ignorant to the fact that men can be raped by women and in most cases it is not taken seriously at all by anyone which disgusts me. It angers me that men are labelled as the rapists but I don't think anyone who does that can even be labelled as a human beings they are just animals.
A few years ago, we witnessed my little brother molesting our girl cousin. We were so shocked. When we asked why, we discovered that our cousin's older sister had done the same to him. She had done terrible things to him. We still to this day do not talk to her. My mom raised her as her own and she ruined my little brother's life.
I was 12, and he looked about 50-60 years old. I was on vacation and I kept running into him. He gave me seductive looks, tried to hold my hand, and invited me to his hotel room. One night I was out alone but I didn't want to take the elevator close to me so I went to the other. He must've saw me and he pulled me into his room. I don't know why I didn't scream, I guess I was in shock. If I would've screamed I'm sure I wouldn't be calling myself a rape victim.
i have never experienced rape, but i have been touched a few times. like last year i was just like walking in class or something and this guy just comes up behind me, grabs my boobs and says, "you like?" i was freaking out and he was just like, "you're crazy." another time i was walking into the hallway arriving to school and some kid just grabs my ass. but ever since i saw this movie, i have been terrified of older men, afraid they're gonna rape me. i don't care if i know them or not.
How did you survive it? How are you still alive? I've been raped recently I don't think I can handle it I feel worthless, useless and I cry myself to sleep every night I don't know can I do this
I survived out of sheer luck and quick thinking, dear. I’m alive because I deserve it and so do you. There is no boundaries when it comes to healing. If you feel like you should let it all out crying, then do. There’s nothing wrong, no shame. You can get through this. I’m the weakest person you’ll ever encounter and if I can, you can. Cry all you need, but remember there will be a day when you feel like the crying is over and the rising is about to begin. I gift you my little and newly found strength, you can do this and that phrase is not empty. I truly believe you can stand up from this situation. And that asshole will get his. Believe me. The world spins and we don’t even notice.
I have never told this story. When I was 14, I babysat for my parent’s friends who lived across the street. His wife was in hospital and he needed help once in a while. One evening, this boy I liked asked if he could come watch a movie with me while I babysat. I was thrilled. He asked shyly if he could kiss me, I said yes. I heard avoice say GET OUT.
He had come home early and ‘caught’ us. My friend ran out of the house. My father’s friend told me to follow him into the bathroom. He told me to take off my clothes and wash myself all over. I was so embarrassed I just did it. He made me shower with the curtain open while he rubbed his hand over his crotch. I was crying and saying I was sorry. He just kept saying things to me, he was going to ‘suck my tits’ and ‘fuck me hard’ I was terrified. He pulled me out of the bathroom and told me to lay on the bed. He spread my legs and started licking me. I got so scared I could not process what was happening. After a long time, he left the room. I thought he was finished. He came back with Vaseline and he made me rub it on him while I was crying so hard I couldn’t breath. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and penetrated me while telling me how good it was. He touched me and kissed me the whole time. When he was finished he made me a hot chocolate and watched me while I drank it. I remember the cup shaking so much it kept clinking against my braces.
He asked if I would ever ask another ‘man’ into his house again. I said I wouldn’t. He said that I had learned to be a good girl and that I could go home. I made it to the front hall before he picked me up from behind. He put one arm round my waist, the other he turned my face to the side and bit my neck gently and kissed me telling me he wasn’t finished, it started all over again. He made me shower again. He made a douche and used it on me. He made me change the sheets and put them in the machine. All the while being very pleasant. He gave me 20 shekels for babysitting. I went home and never told a soul until right now.
When I was 15, I dated a girl for a little while. The first time she slept over, she first kissed me by slamming against the wall. Finally, without saying anything, she went further, and wouldn't stop even though I repeatedly said no. For weeks, she kept touching me without my permission, often without me even being awake to stop her and getting extremely angry when I did. After living with the guilt, I told my closest friends, but they said "girls can't rape each other". Lesbians *can* rape.