When I was a young girl, about 7 years old, my cousin, “Jen” and I were being molested by our older cousin, “Eric”. We both loved him but he wouldnt stop and “Jen” and I didnt know what to do. We knew that we should tell our parents but it was too hard so we just kept quiet. after a while it just got to be too much for “Jen” and I so she told her parents and her parents told mine. She thought i would be mad at her but i was really relieved that i didnt have to say it. And now we dont ever see “Eric” again. and im glad that we’ve learned to speak up about what’s bothering us.
when i was 6 years old we lived in an apartment in escanaba michigan and our neighbors seemed nice at first.in our seccond year there the youngest girl from their family decided to play a “game” with me. she made me do “things” that i didnt want to do.she would touch me and other things like that.but the thing is that i didnt tell anybody until two years ago it was a stupid thing not to say anything,but i was scared.i just wanted to say that if anybody is going through the same thing i was going through , tell someone … speak up before it is to late.
I was living with my boyfriend, and everything was good…until he started acting different. He became violent, and spit in my face and hurt me. I was left with bruises, and so hurt. He made me get on the ground to lick his shoe. (At this time we were no longer dating…he had a different girlfriend, who was pregnant with his child.) He forced me to perform oral sex, and I was crying the whole time, saying that I didn’t want to. He threatened to kill me if I didn’t, and he said he was going to let other people rape me. I was screaming and crying, his hands were around my neck, moving my head. I was so disgusted, that I threw up. He didn’t even care…
I am sickened by our corrupt court systems. Last New Years I was raped by my best friend’s father. A man from a nearby city is getting 7 years in jail for stealing women’s underwear while they weren’t home; my abuser is getting a maximum of 2. It is time for us to break the silence that surrounds the topics of rape and sexual abuse.
When i was about 8 when i used to go over my great-grandfather and great-uncle’s house after school, they would pick me up and i would do my homework. One day after picking me up, i was sexually assaulted by my great-uncle, i didnt really understand what was going on, He made me swear i would not tell anyone. I didnt understand how wrong it was until about three years later. By then my great-uncle had moved out of the state.
Well it all starts out with my cousin molesting me when i was 11 then another cousin does the same thing when im 12 then raped when im 16.
I was at a high-school football game with a bunch of my friends. We were all hanging out, having alot of fun. But one of my friends from another school had brought his friend, “Jason”, with him to the game. “Jason” seemed nice enough and I talked to him for a little bit. The guys started joking around about paying me to do sexual stuff with them. I just ignored them and walked away. But “Jason” came up to me. He pulled me in front of him so my back was to him. Then he grabbed my hand and pressed it against the lower part of his pants. My heart stopped and I was scared. But he then proceeded to stick my hand into his pants. I knew it was wrong but didn’t know what to do. My hand was now directly on his penis. I couldn’t figure out why no one was helping me. It was the worst experience of my life.
When I was eight years old, my oldest brother sexually assaulted me for two years. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t do anything to stop it because it was all I knew. One day before my mom left, I asked her not to go because I didn’t want to be alone with him in the house. She asked why and I finally told her. His defense was that it wasn’t just one-sided, but I didn’t know what else to do but let him do it. Things got awkward after that, but now he doesn’t even speak with us, has a wife and kid and is just fine, i suppose. When i told my mother that, i felt like i lost 300 pounds of non-physical weight. So speak up and start saying this slogan to yourself and others: Lift the Weight; Don’t Wait.
When I was in sixth grade, my brother started sexualy harassing me. Finally one day, he was successful with rape. It was horrible. I hate it so much and I can never think of him the same now. But I have moved on from that, and it made me stronger, and able to handle more things.
It all started last August. I had been talking to this guy online, and I hadn’t really wanted to meet him- and I didn’t plan on it either. But some how we ended up hanging out, and I didn’t have a problem being friends with him. I was fourteen and he was seventeen, so it was kind of awkward when he said he wanted to be more than friends. Well, we hung out at his house and he took me the garage to listen to music. And he raped me, I screamed, scratched and bit. But nothing happened,- no one came. He told me that if I told he’d kill me, so I was scared. I kept it to myself, and he would call me and say “come hang out with me, or else I will come to your house when your alone and beat you.” I was scared.. so I went. For two and a half months he raped me. At my house, his house, his garage- Finally I told, but no one believed me… I’m no longer a victim, I’m survivor.