when i was fourteen, my “boyfriend,” who was eighteen, came over to my house. my parents had gone out of town and i was staying at a friend’s house, but i went back to mine to hang out with “Kyle” for a while. we were lying on the couch, watching XXX, and i remember thinking that Vin Diesel was so hot. i hate watching him now. anyways, “Kyle” wanted to do things. we made out for a while and he wanted to do more, but i said no. before him, i had never done anything, not even held hands with a boy. he moved so that he was lying on top of me and pushed my sweat pants down. i’m sure he thought he was being nice, because he didn’t go right into it, but i didn’t think so, because i didn’t want to do anything at all. anyways, he raped me, and i didn’t tell anyone. we moved, and finally like a year afterwards i told my friend. i only told my mother last year. i think there should be more organizations out there, or at least more advertised ones, even anonymous ones, because i felt like i had no one to go to. he told me if i told anyone, he’d come with friends and do it again, but i think if there had been an anonymous group i could talk to, i could’ve gotten through it better. please, anyone who has had this happen to them, don’t be shy, because the longer you wait, the worse it gets on your mind.
my father druged me everynight in my sodas everynight and then would unclothe me while i was asleep, touch me and take photos of me.. then later on trade them online. he would tape me in the shower without me knowing, would be very “overly friendly” with me, gave me wedgies ALL the time, and tickled me to the point where i cried because it hurt.. my father is a sick man. because of his actions he’s now spending 50 stacked years in prison. i never will be able to trust my future kids alone with him.. and that just tears me up inside.
When I was 12, I was in a relationship. One night he wanted to “have oral sex.” I wasn’t ready for that. He then left me with a scar and some bruises and took my virginity by rape.
I was dating this guy during my junior year of high school who was a senior, we were driving around one night, he lived on the opposite side of town of me where it was dark and alotta of trees & not too many street lights. He drove and stopped his car and he tried to force himself on me by undoing my jeans & whatnot, i kept saying no that i didn’t want to & started crying & yelling it, he finally layed off & drove me home in which I remained silent & crying the whole way home. He brought me home & then forced himself on me again in his car in front of my house, I felt so weak bc he was bigger than me & I did like him but I didnt like him enough to have sex, after I went into the house that night, i felt destroyed, I haven’t told anyone about it since, its been over a year since its happened, and im still scared to come out about it today, & I cut off my connections with him for the past few months because he’s been nothing but a huge jerk.
I thought a harmless night of hanging out with these 2 guys i just met would be fine but i was very wrong. i was given alcohol and drugs and taken advantage of. I distinctly remember trying to push them off of me but it didnt seem to work. I made one of the guys take me home the next day and i have avoided them since.
I am sexually molested by my fathers best friends son. I’ve never told anyone because it would ruin my father if he found out. it kills me everyday and i don’t know how to handle it anymore. once he pushed me up against a tree…and in the process he scratched my leg so bad that it bleed for a bout 2 hours and i was a massive scar. I know have a boyfriend that loves me and cares for me, but i can not get around to telling him what happened to me. I just can’t handle this on my own anymore.I want to report this kid…but if i do…will anyone belive me?
I was only 11 years old when my own brother sexually molested me. I don’t know why it happened to me. But after a month, I finally broke down to my mom, and soon my dad came down and asked me what exactly happened. I couldn’t say anything except the areas were he touched me, and the whole time I sat there crying on the couch. After a few weeks, my parents brought me to my brother and all was said to me was, “Sorry.” And until about at least 2 months did my brother and I actually start talking to each other again. It just pains me every day, that I have to live with the fact that I was molested, and that all I ever got out of it was, “sorry.” It’s never affected me until I 13 and I got depressed. Even then, my parents didn’t even realize what was going on in my head. I’m a 10th grader now in high school and each day that passes, I have to think to myself everything I went through and that people don’t even understand anything that’s actually happened to me. 4 years after the incident, I was arguing with my dad and he said, “stop acting like an abused child.” Completely forgetting I was. So my response, while crying hysterically was, “Last time I checked I was an abused child.” and all he could do was look away from me, and I went to my room and he never came in to check on me. I’d love to tell everyone and get it off my chest but I just can’t bring the words out of my mouth. I don’t want my brother in jail, I just want him away from me. The horror of it all is that, I still look at my own brother’s hands, and fear runs through me.
THE PERSON WHO ABUSED ME WAS MY BIG BROTHER. It wasn’t just one night of pain it was about 4 or 5 years of torture. Every night my parents left us alone him babysitting me and he would do weird things to me that i didn’t like but had to put up with. I tried to tell my parents but they didn’t believe me and told me “stop telling lies your brother could get hurt if the wrong person hears that” and its been like that my whole life they always seem to stick up for him and not for me its like they don’t care about me. The worst part is they told everyone i was lying and it hurts so much because i’m an outcast in my family and community but, i do have a few close friends who believe me and my story. The day I turn 18 is the day I will ‘TAKE BACK THE NIGHT’.
I was 10 years old when I was raped twice by two of my best friends. Held at gun point.Three years later I was put in a hospital for other medical reasons,And then I told them what had happen to me. They told the authority. But it was to late by then. Because the night it happened the guys moved.And the people stopped looking for them, I told them where they moved to but they did not listen.But i’m NOT staying quiet NO more!!!
Was sexually molested by my step father of 9 years only 6 weeks ago… i told right away but this event has turned my life upside down… i try to stay strong and keep telling my self that i shouldn’t let this man make me become a different person… my step father after finding out i called the police tried to commit suicide and when he was found he on his death bed but he survived. So much change is going on in a result of this and i have good days and i have days where i just can’t think and function.. he was a father to me because my own father has never been there for me but i guess he was not a good father either. my friends, family and school have given me so much support but its hard because they don’t understand what im going through and what it was like for this to happen to me. going through this is toough and but i hope that every girl that goes through this gets help and tells someone… no matter how long and difficult the court prosses let the man live through the pain and there is lots of help out there… and also i think that the healing process is a long one so no matter what other people say about how you should feel you should take as long as you need to heal… i know that the path ahead of me is a long one but i try as hard as i can to just get through the day for now..