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I was used by my brother who has grown up a lot but I still carry scars. My brother is four years older than me and when I was going from elementary school to Junior high, that summer, he made me think that girls in junior high need to know how to give oral to boys. First he did oral to me to show me it was not a big deal. I thought it was a huge deal. But I did it and he got me trained and had me keep it a secret, except from by best friend. He had his friend over when I had a sleepover one night and had her do it to his friend. Then th...

I recently broke up with my girlfriend who’s been my best friend for around 11 years and we still have sleepovers frequently and the other day I was half asleep and she kept telling me I was too tired and I needed to go to sleep soon and when I gave in and I was falling asleep she asked me for a kiss and in my sleepy state I said yes forgetting we had broken up and so we kisses not a peck it was quite a long kiss no tounge..? I don’t know how to feel because I didn’t even remember it happened until the next afternoon and I told her it made me...

I don't know if what my brother did to me can be classified as sexual abuse. I was staying over at his house. It was late at night, and we were watching a movie. At some point, he asked if he could initiate some cuddling. I actually agreed, since we are really close and both enjoy physical affection. While we were spooning, he snuck his hand under my shirt. He didn't say anything, and I didn't say anything. As the night went on, he alternated between different caresses, kisses on my head or the side of my face, and words of affection. I idly s...

It was the guy i was dating at the time, and we were just hanging out at his house like any normal day. He’d push me into sex all the time, and i’m realizing months later i have a lot of trauma from this relationship, but this particular instance has been rattling in my head a lot lately. He started forcing himself on to me, despite that i was saying “stop” “what are you doing” he wouldn’t stop. I specifically remember the look on his face. I’ve never seen someone be able to look evil like that. evil is not a word i use, but it’s exactly how t...

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Healing means being patient with myself. I used to cover up the emotional shit with making myself so busy that I didn't have time to sit still with myself. Now I've learned to take it easy. The world will keep spinning even if I'm at home drinking tea and watching Netflix. I'm learning to pace myself and to take days off. Schedule me time and really truly practice loving myself. For me that means prioritizing therapy and not stressing out about college like I used to. It means saying no to things that I feel like I "should" be doing and saying...

Learning to live without the abuse can be just as hard. For me not missing it means I am healing. That much closer to being like I was supposed to be.

he wouldn’t listen to me when i told him i didn’t want to go to his room. i told him i was too drunk and i didn’t feel well, that i wanted to go back to my room. he took me with him anyway. he stuck his hand in my pants and i told him to stop. he did for a moment, then he tried again. i told him no again, and he did stop. we went to bed. i wish he had done more, because now i’m traumatized and having panic attacks but don’t feel like i should be, because he stopped. i feel even worse for wishing he hadn’t. because then my feelings would be val...

It is still difficult for me to look back on my story and not feel that shame and embarrassment that I linked with the events time and time again. Difficult, but not impossible. My story is not one isolated incident, it is three stories piled into one. Some would say “I did not learn my lesson the first time”. Despite those people, I will share the entirety of my story. Gory details and all. For the first time today. And as painful, as challenging, as inevitability “embarrassing” as the past may be, it needs to be told. I have come to believe...

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When I was 20 I was in college and I agreed to live with someone I knew name name for the summer while I worked a summer job. name had a number of disquieting habits that always kind of bothered me. He would tend to get into my personal bubble not my personal space too often. He also had a habit of seeming to get lost in the middle of the night going back to his bedroom from the bathroom. One night name opened my door and was standing in my room when I woke up and I said what's going on name? He said oh I must've gotten lost or...

You did nothing wrong. You will be okay. Seek help and talk to someone.

I’m in a loving Marraige, three amazing kids, good job, great friends - it took a tough road to get here but it was worth it xxx

I just wanted to have what happened to me outside of myself. No support groups, no retreats, no cliche words. I may be at the best spot in my life since I was a little girl. Not perfect. I go by a masculinized version of my name when I can. I appreciate the conduit.

Nothing or no one is ever hopeless, please never give up or give in

For me, this is a big step. Being able to say what my brother did and sharing my story. I have had a hard time expressing myself because I swore I would take this to the grave. But to heal I need to let it out somewhere. Even though I will never confront him nor tell anyone who knows me the person who did this. I feel proud to get it out anonymously.

8th grade, somewhere around Date. I was 13 years old. I was in maths class, writing down whatever was on the board, most likely having to do with the lesson. I noticed a classmate next to me had a broken arm, wrapped up in a cast. Now, this classmate of mine wasn't any old classmate, however. He was my bully since the beginning of elementary/primary. He had always been horrible to me, harassing me, calling me names, kicking me and punching me, pushing me around and chasing me, making my school experience a living nightmare. I didn't feel...

You are still here despite everything. You are the strongest, most resilient person. Keep going, the pain may never go away, but it will fade with time, I promise you that.

This isn’t about one incident but it’s happened so many times and how it’s android me feel. Today was hard for me my car battery died and I needed help, my youngest daughter crossed my boundaries again, and my ex did as he was supposed to helping me. I felt so ganged up in today as if I was being bullied. It seems as I sat here in my bed trying to process the day and feel what I’m feeling it hit me that it feels like hoe it feels to be raped, which is strange but almost everything seems to remind me of it. I have someone I care very much for b...