Unfortunately I have been a victim of sexual violence more than once. all throughout my life i have had to deal with such things. it started when i was 5. i was raped by a family friend more than once. It is something that was extremely painful and becuase of that i did not tell anyone till 10 years later. then at the age of 10, i was sexualy harassed by a fellow peer at school. then again at 12 another family friend molested me in my own home. it took me years to overcome the emotional wounds of these experiences, but i did. and becuase of my experiences i have become a stronger person. and i am now determined to speak out against sexual violence through organizations like this and help other people who have been through the same thing. god bless everyone associated with this sight, and let’s continue to “shatter the silence!”
I don’t know how old I was, or when it happen. All I know is who did it, where it happen, and how it had happen. I was barely a child, but I was old enough to be able to remember memories. I had innocence. I liked Minnie Mouse and Disney movies.
My own Dad pinned me to the ground outside of my bathroom and room. I remember the feel of the carpet against my skin. He slid down my pants, and raped me there despite my cries and how I begged for him to stop. I can remember his deep voice telling me not to tell anyone, especially my Mom. I nodded, and tried to forget about it. I think it might of happen again–but my mind is blurry on that.
My Dad verbal and physically abuses me as well. He sexual abuses me in a way with calling me ‘sexy’ and ‘beautiful’ when I am alone with him. He grabs my wrist so tight when he talks to me, and scream at me.
During a summer, I have a strong suspicion that my Aunt and Uncle sexual assaulted me. I’ve been having flashbacks about that for awhile now.
A teacher of mine molested me when I was in 5th grade, and followed my parents by car.
The first person I told was my ex-boyfriend, who is also a best friend of mine. But I don’t know how much he cares about me right now.
my dad left my mom when he found out she was pregnant, so since i could remember we had lived with my grandparents while my mom finished law school. a few years before i was born, my unlcle and his wife died in a car wreck and left their son “Kevin” in my moms care. i had grown up with him and he was like a brother to me. one day when i was five he took me into his room and told me we were going to play video games. however, that wasnt the case. instead he pushed me on the bed and told me that if i made a sound or told anyone, he would hurt my mom and my grandparents would no longer love me. this continued for about three more years. although we had moved out of my grandparents after i turned six, we still visited occasionally and on those occasions he would do it again. i didnt tell because i was afraid that my mom wouldnt love me anymore. my family is strongly catholic and abstinence was a big subject. it wasnt untill a year ago, when i was thirteen that my cousin, “Samantha” told my aunt that she thought she had seen him do stuff to me. my mom talked to me about it and asked me questions. when she brought it up i started crying, it was finally over. she wasnt mad, and she wasnt disapointed. i have been getting counceling for the past year now.
It has taken me nearly nine years to openly say it: I was raped when I was eight years old. It was my English teacher. I paid no heed to the nasty rumours that followed the man: “they say he likes sixth-grade girls” and so forth. One day, I’d forgotten my schoolbooks in the classroom, so I went to get them. There he was. He knocked me to the floor, covered my mouth, told me he’d kill my family if I ever told anyone. I still remember when he left me in the classroom. My panties were soaked in blood, that’s how hard he’d thrusted. I threw them as soon as I got home. It was like that all fourth grade. Soon after the first encounter, I started dreading school. I threw up in the mornings. Men couldn’t be near me because I’d start screaming and crying. He was dismissed at the end of the term. But … when I was a mere month before turning fifteen, he tracked me down and raped me again. This time, he brought “friends” and threatened to kill my father – if I was submissive, it’s only because he was pointing a gun at his temple. He isn’t in prison, but I now know he has no control over me. Most men don’t see me as only flesh and a hole where to ram it in, and I know that. I’m not disgusted by my body or by myself anymore. Counseling has helped so much, and I’m a volunteer at a local rape victims’ support group. So you see, things can have if not a happy ending, a refreshing and peaceful start after Hell is over.
I have been profoundly affected by the molestation that one of my cousins and also my brother experienced when they were children. My uncle, his heroin, and his heroin buddies all molested my cousin several times when she was only 5. My brother was molested by a stranger when he was only 6. I can see how their lives were affected by these men and it is overwhelming to me. I guess that’s why I became a social worker, and why I will be attending TBTN vigil in April. I wish all survivors and the people who love them power in their continuous healing.
I was sexually abused by my uncle for seven years. I was also date-raped when I was 14, and again when I was 15. The silence is what keeps this from happening over and over again. I won’t be a victim anymore.
I was repeatedly raped from the time I was 3 until I was 14 by my baby-sitter. It took until I was 17 for him to be brought to justice. The abuse only ended when my family moved to a different state. When I first spoke up nobady believed me, that’s when I found Take Back the Night. They helped me through the past four years, and helped me find my voice. Now, by telling me story, I hope I can help to SHATTER the silence. Without your support I could have never been able to begin to heal. THANK YOU! and keep on helping others.
I was repeatedly molested and raped by my father ever since I could remember. The first time I ever remember him molesting me was when I was 5 years old and we were in the bath and he was cleaning me and he touched my vagina, and then asked me touch his penis. Through out my child hood he would always sneak french kisses and touch me under my shirt and underpants. He would even sneak in my room at night and wake me up to make me sexually interact with him. On my tenth birthday he raped me for the first time, and continued too until I was 12, one time he even made me stay home from school so he could molest and rape me all day long. He would never let me go outside to play with my friends or my brother always kicking him out of the house and keeping me inside so he could abuse me. When I was 12 years I finally told him to stop that he did not have the right to touch me, and then I went to the police. He has been in jail for the past 10 years and refuses to take responsibility for his actions, and refuses “treatment”, so they keep adding time onto his sentence. Now I tell people about my story, I know it’s not something meant to be kept a secret, and it was definitely not my fault. I’ve sung at the Manchester, NH Take Back the Night event and each year I tell my story and plead for victims to tell their story, get help, and stop being victims. It’s time we become survivors and make the world safe for other women, and men (this doesn’t just happen to women!!!) and our children. Take back YOUR night, SPEAK UP, SPEAK OUT, BE HEARD!!
I used to be best friends with “Elizabeth” from the time I was 9 months old, until I was 11. She had an older brother who was about 13 then, and I was only 5 years old when it all started. When I went to her house, her parents were usually at work, so her brother would usually baby-sit us. One day, while “Elizabeth” was using the bathroom, “Andrew” told me to come into his room because he had to show me something. I always thought of him as a brother, so I didn’t think anythig of it. When I got in there, he shut and locked the door behind me, told me to take off my clothes, and then lie on the bed because we were going to play a game. I did as I was told and undressed and lied on the bed. He did the same. As he started to get on top of me, I knew something was wrong. I started kicking and screaming, but he wouldn’t get off, so I just lied there in shock. Finally he got off, told me to get dressed, and said “I’ll kill you if you ever tell anyone.” To this day, I still haven’t told anyone, except for my (now) best friend, not even my Mom.
Hello. I am the mother of a now 15 almost 16 year old daughter. She was raped at age 14 by a 19 year old male. Before the rape over a year ago- he almost killed her 2 times by giving her 150 proof alcohol. He also gave her her first taste of marijuana. I am writing this now because I just heard from the prosecutor’s office that the verdict is NOT GUILTY. You see,we have gone through so much and have waited a long to hear the bad news. The bastard who did this to her is not guilty according to the law of the land and free to go out and do this again and worse. When I entered the country I am from just now- I was ashamed to enter USA. I am 53 years old, and had never been to a court trial or hearing before. And,especially, never a witness for my baby daughter. And now, instead of a court system that I had previously had faith in, my daughter and I and my family have been re-victimized and re-raped by this very court system. The charge of rape had been reduced by the grand jury to indecent conduct with a minor. This decision had disturbed and confused me at that time of the decision. But, you know, I never stopped hoping and expecting that there would be justice in the end. And, now I was proven wrong. I don’t know how to tell my beautiful, brave daughter that the court did not decide in her favor. I won’t tell her how angry I am and how it feels like “justice” spit in our faces. I now believe that if I and my family was rich and/or had power in this stinking county that the trial was held in, I would not be writing about my disappoint now. I am bitter and mad and feel totally powerless to do anything else about it. My advise to any and all who might be wondering if they should remain silent is that silence only gives the bastards more power and makes them laugh at us. He will be laughting at us when he hears the verdict. But, in the back of his mind, he will always know the truth and know how brave my daughter is for standing up for her rights. He forever scarred my daughter by taking away her innocence. But, I do know he will ultimately be punished by God-the higher power than this fool of a judge, grand jury members, and prosecutor. To all of you who failed us- I am so glad we are able to rise above you. My daughter will be OK in spite of you. My daughter will be rewarded for all the s__t she has gone through by a joke of a legal system I no longer have faith in. Thank you for listening out there. And, God Bless you all who have been wronged by ones we had trusted and who should have done something about all the pain instead of causing us more pain.