Share your story. (Sexual harassment, abuse, and assault) (No Judgment)
Okay, so I know this might push people out of their comfort zone, but I need your guys help. At my school we are doing a health advocacy project. My group and I decided to get rid of the stigmas that are floating around. This includes victim blaming, justifying what the perpetrator has done, and an all encompassing stigma. We want you guys to share your story with us. It is completely anonymous and you can leave out names. We want to make people aware on the truth. Please, please, please, if you feel comfortable sharing your story with us, do it! We are putting together a video where we read your stories, so you have to be comfortable with that. If not, that is totally fine. I just want the people at my school who have gone through this to feel supported, loved, and not blamed. Plus, we don't want them to feel like they're alone. Please, you can share as little or as much as you want.
Good luck.
Make sure to mention(clear) the stigmas of the false accused and the guilty until proven innocent as well.
Back in the 10th grade I believed my only redeeming factor was my appearance, I was beautiful. And using this to my advantage I made lots of boys want to hang out with me. I was flirty and carefree and even a little sexy.
So me and my hoard of guys friends used to play board games at the neighborhood clubhouse; sometimes we would leave to someone's house and they taught me how to play video games and I thought that maybe they might have liked me for what they saw beyond my face. I was wrong.
One day we were playing monopoly at the clubhouse and I left for the bathroom, when I came back all my friends were gone save for one. Let's call him R. R had said that everyone went to his house to play on his x-box and he was the only one who waited for me. We left for his house and when we got there it was quiet and I knew no one was there. I turned and faced him and all I saw was his hands and then the black of my eyelids. He kissed me, his breath smelled sickly sweet like marshmallows were being shoved up my nose and his mouth tasted like rotten milk and soggy corn flakes. He grabbed me and forced me down on my knees I could hear his belt jingling and his grip in my hair tightening I felt my mouth starting to bruise as he struggled against it his zipper scratching my face when he finally got it down.
He didn't get very far, I wouldn't let him passed my teeth. That only served to anger him though he slammed my head against the wall behind me but I still wouldn't let him. My cheeks were tender from his prying and my head throbbed for his aggressions and I felt like I was about to pass out but the thought of what I would wake up to terrified me enough to muster all my energy and run for the door. I got away, but so did he. I was too ashamed to go to the police, ashamed by my stupidity, my sluttiness, and my beauty. I don't feel pretty anymore, I just feel cheap and used and shameful.
@OnlyABubble You didn't deserve this. It wasn't your fault.
I'm 18 now and I'm being abused (sexually) by my biological father. More details on the Sexual Abuse Survivors forum. I was first raed when I was 17 (last year) and just when I thought I was bouncing back, gently healing...it happened again and again and again. 11 times. I can't take the embarrassment any more. It's shameful. I feel dirty, violated and defiled, like I have absolutely no power over myself. I hope to be able to do something, something soon. I just need a plan in place and I need to be physically well enough to execute it. In the simplest of words it's "an assasination of my dignity". My thread on the forum is "A murder of dignity" if it helps in any way.
@amel47enna Thank you for sharing. I am sorry to hear that!!
3 years ago, a boy I was good friends with took advantage of my trust. He planned a rape attack on me, was articulate in ensuring it was in a place where no one would be at that time. Fortunately, he didn't get very far because I know martial arts and landed a solid punch! but it was still sexual assault and I will NEVER forget about it.
@earthwalker3 Wow. I am sorry to hear that!
Thank you to everyone who has shared so far. We are touched that you're willing to open up to us.
Please, please, please. We need more stories.
My stepfather rarely smiled. I called him chuckles. My mother was poor and he had money. She needed it to work and she told me so more than once. I tried at 9 to help him feel like a "dad" calling him so an d kissing him on the cheek at night. When he molested me I felt stupid for egging it on. I never told but when I turned sixteen I couldn't keep the secret anymore. I told my counselor at school. That day my parents were called up to the school and they were investigated. I found out he molested my sister. I raged and threatened him. My world was coming apart. I was responsible for tearing up her dream. When my mother was questioned by the investigator her head was hanging. The investigator asked her " so you are saying that you think your son is lying?" my mother never looked at me she just nodded and whispered yes. The investigator shook her head and looked at me and said " John how does that make you feel? " I dried up inside, hate coursed through me like a storm but I was NOT going to give them the tearful show they wanted. I hardened and pushed it all inside. "MS. Chuckles' opinions are her own "and I locked eyes with her. She never raised her head.
@Macbeth1227 Wow. I am so sorry to hear that. Thank you for choosing to share that.
This is the kind of truth that helps our project move forward. True, raw, stories. These stories show that the stigma that people come up with in their heads isn't true. I am sorry for all of you. You aren't victims or survivors, you are warriors and fighters!
The more stories the better!!
My junior and senior years of high school I was dating the same guy, but before graduation 8 of my "friends" (including my best friend of 12 years) were naming all the guys they had been with....and all of them said my bf and admitted it was while we were dating, and most of them had pictures So, we broke up, and during the summer I started seeing this guy who I had been best friends with since the 8th grade. It ends up my 23rd and his ex cheated on the bother of us with each other....coincadence or fait? We made it official my freshmen year of college, and became boyfriend/girlfriend. It was going great, until 2 months in he asked me to marry him. I was only 18 and deffinately not ready to be engaged, so I told him that I wanted to wait until I graduate before I even thought about marriage. Something in him just hated that answer, and he push me to the ground and punched my stomach until I said yes. We stayed together for 6 month after that. In that time I had to hide a lot of bruises and lines on my wrists where he would tie me down.... He wasn't always a bad guy, and that's why it when on for 6 months...but when I did something he didn't like it was terrible. Finally, I told one of my friends and she allowed me an out by helping me get away. I had no idea how some one I had known for so long could of....i any even put it to words.
When I finally ended it, he decided he wanted to transfer to my school and befriend the people that where my friends but didn't know the story, because I wasn't open to telling a lot of people. He told them I was a psycho maniac and an manipulator and a liar, and when what really happened got out, it was this big thing of what's what, and who's really telling the truth. I didn't know what to do, and everywhere I turned he was there. He was always there (it's a relatively small campus). It was two years of this, and yes, I know I could have moved or transfers but he just would have found me... With the help of the friends I still had....I never went anywere alone, and 2 years later he decided to drop out and move about 6 hours away, but not a day goes by when I'm not paranoid that one day I'm going to turn the corner and he's going to be there. Its my last semester now, and I just don't know how to get past it all before I graduate...or ever really.
Last year, my best friend set me up with one of his friends to go on a date. One date turned into two then three and without much effort on my part, I had my first real boyfriend. We went to different schools and lived across town so we only got to see each other once or twice a month, but it seemed like it was going really well. About five months into the relationship though, he started abusing me, grabbing my arm and twisting it whenever I wouldn't let him do the things that made him seem like such a good boyfriend, like paying for my food. One day, we went for a walk in the park and had a picnic and then set up a hammock. It was warm and comfortable and somehow I managed to drift off to sleep and when I woke up, he had his hands down the back of my pants. He took it out before he realized that I was awake and I felt too ashamed to mention it, so we kept on dating. About a month later, we were celebrating his birthday. He wanted to give me a back massage, and before I knew it he had me laying on my stomach with him pinning me down. I couldn't get him off, and he pulled my dress off me. He started feeling my chest and when he got bored of that, he pulled off my leggings and molested me. I've been convinced since this has happened that he would have raped me if his mom hadn't come home before he got that far.