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.
I was nine, and living with my grandparents. My grandfather would rape me everyday before my grandmom got home, and when I said no, he would beat me. Sometimes he would come into my room at night while I was sleeping and pin me to my bed while he raped me. This went on for 4 years, and no one ever noticed. I honestly believed that I was unloveable, because someone who loved me would stop the pain. Then someone reported it to CPS, and he left my life. I’m still having some problems related to it, like I still don’t trust people very much, and I’m afraid to be touched by anyone at times. But its better than it ever was, and I’m grateful.
I was attending an all expenses paid camp for civics literacy, my dream is to study political science in college, and this was my chance to get prepared. It was an honor. That is until I met “Daniel.” He sexually assaulted me on the last night of the camp, when we had a graduation ceremony and discussed our futures… I got home. I felt numb. He never spoke to me that morning when we left. He knew what he did. he got away with it. The DA’s office didn’t believe me. The DA told my mom that she thought I made it up because I didn’t want to tell my boyfriend I cheated on him. If she only knew…
I lived in ny last year and i was walking home from my schools football game as i walked i heard “‘Marissa,’ wait up”; and i turned around it was my friend “Rachel,” she said get home there’s some people that was just talking about you, I’m going to walk you home just in case they want to start something… by that point she was a block away running and sorta out of breathe i told her im fine that she doesn’t need to worry and she turned around then a man knocked me out and dragged me into the church … when i woke up the man was on top of me with us both naked. i couldn’t move, i was tied to the benches ..he raped me…… i never told anyone when my dad asked about the bruises i told him me and my friends were pretending to fight and sum jerk jumped in and hit me and he believed me.