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December 23rd, 2019
I’m Finally Moving On
Growing up was hard. My childhood was traumatic. Life wasn’t great. But, here I am, moving on. From as far back as I can remember, I hated my life. I was never close to anyone in my family, not in the way family should be. I didn’t feel as if...
November 11th, 2019
To inspire and encourage
I was raped when I was 11 years old. Sodomized in the shower is a more accurate description of what happened that night. You see I forgot to lock the bathroom door and my dad went in to pee and saw me in there and that was when he decided...
June 13th, 2019
Males are Victims Too
Iam a male and I am victim of abuse too, so I thought to share my story here too. I was probably around 5 years of age, happy kid as one should be. One day while I came out of the house to play, my neighbor’s son who was around...
August 16th, 2020
Does the pain ever go away?
I really don’t know how to write this but I do want to try. I’ve been reading these stories for a while and have wanted to write my own but every time I try it’s too hard to actually put words down… I don’t know why this keeps happening. Every...
August 29th, 2020
Why you should talk to your daughters about love
At 16 I began dating my first serious boyfriend. I kept it a secret from my mom since she made it feel like I couldn’t talk to her about anything, love, sex, school, nothing. I had recently turned 16 and he was 17 at the time. We went to the...
January 1st, 2021
I was neglected and used as a servant growing up. Toddler to teenager, I maintained a position of peace for my caretakers/parents. Even though it was consensual, at two years old what reasoning did I have? Only the instinct of appeasement for safety. The archetype was obedient servant, maid, wound-licker,...
April 9th, 2019
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September 28th, 2019
I Didn’t Know I Was Raped
Grass stains on my back and blood in my jeans I gain consciousness while my body is jerked like a rag doll My eyes focus on the hazy streetlights as I try to make sense of my surroundings I hear his zipper as he’s walking away So, I pull up...
October 31st, 2018
Married to my Rapist
I was married to who I thought was a good man. We were together for 8 years, and I knew that he had once had a drinking problem but had conquered it. He began drinking again shortly into our marriage and, unbeknownst to me also started a cocaine habit that...