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I survived. I got out. You can too. Insidious and devious are the words I think of when I've wondered how I got trapped. My ex-spouse was so charming, everybody thought he was a great person and I did too. So much so that I decided to ignore the fact he raped me and chalked it up to us drinking. Then gradually as we dated and then married he tried to spin a web of control around me by being angry and violent when I would spend time with friends or go to the gym or go to the library to study. Telling me I was not allowed to go to the gym because there were men there. Being told I couldn't go to work events. Calling my work when I was working late and accusing me of having affairs, then being verbally and physically abusive. He was so successful at manipulating others even my dad, initially, didn't believe me when I told him about the monster and the horrible things I had endured. I finally told my dad what had been going on when he threatened to kill me and chased me with a baseball bat. I was able to get in my car and get away and called my dad crying and screaming. He thought I had lost my mind. Some of my friends also thought I had lost it, and told me oh he is so nice and scoffed when I said I was filing for divorce and a protective order. After the first two calls to the sheriff they believed me and were so kind, frequently driving by my house and making sure I was safe. There is power in being believed. There is strength in knowing that others have made it out both alive and eventually became whole. I still experience occasional flashbacks and certain situations will trigger my anxiety, but I am able to trust people again and no longer fear "being in trouble" if I spend time with friends. Even more, I have allowed myself to become emotionally vulnerable with other people again after all these years. That was a huge leap for me. And I genuinely feel like a good person again.

I was sexually abused by my father when I was 8 years old. Once I got a bit older I realized the damage that it was bringing to my life. At 15 I finally told my mom what my own father did to me. In my early 30s I began going to church faithfully and that’s when I finally forgave him. Fast forward to when I turned 35 I received a phone call that my dad had been arrested for something similar. And currently at the moment I am fighting for justice once more. Hoping that finally this can be put in the past.

My name in Name. Im a trans-man. This story happened she u was 13-14. I was forced to love my home country due to political repressions. So when we came to the city, I was completely alone. I didn’t know anyone and my family always have been abusive. Violence, alcohol, all that. And then I met her. She was four years older than me, in the last class. I don’t know what she found in me. I mean in a year, I would find out. So by the end of school year we became friends. So close, like I never had before. She was kind, understanding and generally nice to me. I never had this before. Next school year she went to college, but our connection only became stronger. She started saying things like “you are the most important to me” and even “I love you”. The first alarm bell was when I found out she was doing drugs. She casually mentioned it in a conversation. Something inside me screamed to stop it. But her “I love you” had me in a chokehold. I would do anything for her. I also knew she liked a guy, and I was practically the second option. Maybe that was the second alarm. In February we went to a concert. In the bathroom her and her friends started taking pills. “You want?” They asked. “Sure” I said. Didn’t even know what that was. Soon I started doing drugs too. She basically was my dealer, she had even more control over me.We would come to her room have these gatherings, where we did drugs, smoked and talked about nothing. What was supposed to be us together was one big loneliness. I hated that, I kept coming, just to see her. My parents didn’t even ask where I was spending nights. So one time after her friends left she sat close to me. That night from us two only I was high. She started kissing me, like she did before. But then she runs her hand across my chest and under my shirt. I got scared, I didn’t want anything like this. “Please don’t” I told her softly. She told me that it’s okay, and “you’re gonna like that”. After a few phrases I submitted. I hated the process, I hated myself in it. But now her. I said it, because I wanted to be liked my her. Next morning I was scraping myself in the shower, but I couldn’t feel clean. I felt her touch. Still do sometimes. A week after that happened she started ignoring me. Just became I ghost. Left me addicted not only to drugs, but also to her. I often feel, like it was my fault. I could’ve not done drugs, and not submitted to her.

I got drugged on a festival and ultimately it ended up with me performing sex with a stranger without me even being conscious. I went to the festival with three of my friends. One was already asleep when a drunk guy came to our tents. He was searching for his friend, he said but then he asked if he could stay with us a bit. He was kinda funny and pretty drunk so we thought as a group that it would be okay to give him some water and let him be with us a bit. After some time my remaining awake friends said they wanted to shower and left me alone. That's the last thing I can remember clearly. The rest is in snippets. I can remember him giving me something to drink and I drank. Then I remember him kissing me. And ultimately I woke up the next morning, naked in his tent. My friends searched for me the whole night and were really pissed, that I went with him, without telling anybody and I felt horrible for making them feel that way, so I kinda forgot that I had no memories of this incident and thought for a year or so that I was just a really bad friend, who walked off with a random drunk guy and made my friends worry. Just after that first year I started dating my SO and told him the story. He looked at me, hugged me tightly and said that this is awful. That's the first time I thought about the incident a bit more and tried to understand what happened. It was a shock for me, that he got angry at my friends because in my book they were the ones that did nothing wrong. The more I thought about though, the more I understood: he gave me some kind of drug, that basically knocked me out and had sex with me. I got raped. And this was even more of a shock. I'm still in my healing process. The memories sometimes still haunt me but way less then they did before. I still feel ashamed sometimes but I'm at a point where I can turn the train of thought around and tell myself that I don't have to be. I really hope that sharing my story will help others in one way or another and I can certainly say that it will help me be more open with my story.

This happened when I was 16 years old and had just left a children's home and was returning to leave with my dad. On the first day back home, my dad came to pick me up from the children's home and we went back to his house and he showed me to my room and after unpacking my stuff,I said I was going to take a shower and I went to the bathroom to shower but realised my dad was peeking at me shower. I was afraid at the point of time and didn't know what to do and after rinsing off the soap and drying off I went to my bedroom to dress and my dad raped me and told me it's alright and that he loves me very much and alright. 3days later my dad invited 3 of his friends over for a drink and I said I was going to stay in my room and read. 2hours later,all 4 of the burst into my room and 2 of my dad's friends held me down while my dad and his the other friend started undressing me and my dad raped me while his friend put his penis in to my mouth and force me to perform oral sex on him. After what feels like forever,my dad and his friends exchanged places. I was blindfolded this time round by my dad's friend who initially was holding on to my hands. So I now don't know who was raping me and who is having a go in my mouth and one of the shoot in my mouth and forcing me to swallow his cum and they exchanged places again and when they were done,I was told to go clean up but I didn't,I just took a towel and my wallet and ran out the house and flag down a cab and went back to the children's home and when the staff there who opened the gate to let me in saw my in distraught called the police and I was taken to the hospital to be examined. 2 days later I was told that all 4 was caught.

The Smoke and the Shield I grew up in a house where the air was always thick with the sweet, chemical stench of the meth pipe. My mother, stepfather, aunts, and uncles weren't just parents; they were soldiers in a war that didn't exist, and paranoia was our oxygen. I learned early that survival meant playing along with their ghosts, agreeing that I heard helicopters that weren't there just to avoid the jagged rants that followed if I didn't. I spent my childhood secretly praying for the police to raid us, not because I understood crime, but because I was desperate for someone to save me. But the sirens never came. Instead, I lived in the crossfire of meth-induced rage. I was accused of imaginary crimes born in their frantic minds, belittled until I felt invisible, and beaten until the fat lips became my only excuse to miss school. Neglect was my first language; I walked into classrooms smelling of that house while other children whispered about cooties and pulled away. My mother was so consumed by the pipe that she never taught me how to say no, leaving me defenseless when the betrayal turned predatory. At twelve, she served me meth in my coffee, trapping me in a nightmare of hallucinations. By thirteen, my protectors became my traffickers, selling my body under the guise of babysitting to a man twice my age. They groomed me to believe violation was normal, using pornography to distort my world before I even knew what a healthy life looked like. Eventually, something inside me snapped. I tried to drown the pain in alcohol and self-mutilation, attempting to leave this world numerous times because a life defined by their cruelty didn't feel like living. Even when hospitalized, the rule of silence followed me; I was too terrified to betray the family that had already discarded me. When child services finally intervened, my parents cheated the drug tests to keep the pipe lit, and rather than choosing me over the drug, my mother abandoned me to the system. I was angry, alone, and exhausted, but in the hollow quiet of foster care, I realized the only hand coming to save me was my own. I clawed my way out, fighting for my GED and stepping into a career that demanded the discipline and strength I had been forced to develop as a child. I made a silent vow to never become the monsters who raised me, but the trauma of my youth had broken my internal radar. I backslid into an abusive marriage that forced me to relive the nightmare I thought I had escaped. My husband tried to kill me twice, and when that didn’t work, he shifted to breaking me down mentally. He told me to kill myself because he didn’t want to do the dirty work of killing me himself. I became so broken that I almost succeeded, but after a medical crisis that should have been the end, I was told I was lucky to be alive. That was the moment the world shifted. I realized my life had value, and I took my kids and left him for good. Today, my life is dedicated to being the sanctuary I never had. I am raising my children in a home defined by stability and real love, not the chemical shadows or the violence of my past. I am sober, I am awake, and I am present for every moment they need me. I am constantly exhausted from the weight of the past and the effort of standing guard, but it is a fight worth fighting. The cycle is broken, and for the first time, my children are growing up in a house that is truly, deeply safe.

When I was 13 was sexually assaulted by a person I'd rather not name. I've known him for a while yet never spoke out because I like him. He never saw it as sexual assault because it was "only the fingers" Whenever I think about it, I get sick to my stomach. Knowing I had no strength to stop him. I cry everytime I think about it and I'm too scared to tell anyone. Please anyone, what should I do. What can I do.

IF YOU DONT, THE CHILDREN WILL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN.... It was Mother's Day and that's what the father of our children said. If I didn't have sex with him, the kids would never see their Dad again. So I did. And it was the final straw. My depression really kicked in then. Looking back, I realise a few things. It's now called coercive rape, the children would have been better to have seen as little as possible of a manipulative, narcissistic father as possible and despite all that happened since, I and the children are together.

i was fifteen when the very first boy i dated raped me. and then i turned sixteen, i got into another relationship (with someone i trusted even more than my first ex) and he also raped me. and every time i slept, i thought the rape would swallow me in whole because i didn't feel like i was really living after. however, i'm not their ex. i'm not a rape victim. i'm a survivor. i have a name. and the only thing that'll engulf my shores are the waves of healing drowning my sorrows away. i am in a healthy relatiuonship now, two years after all of that, and i am so proud of myself. i'm working everyday trying not to guilt trip myself over experiencing real and consensual pleasure and at the same time getting justice for myself (in my own way) for the fact that i was too scared to report back then.

You think your age makes you less to blame, But I carry the weight, I bear the shame. You crossed the line — no excuse to hide, No softer words can wash this tide. I’m not the one who should feel small, You built this cage, you made me fall. No matter your years, no matter your face, You took from me my safe, my space. But here I stand, I claim my voice, I break the chains, I make the choice. I won’t be silent, I won’t back down, I wear my courage like a crown. So hear me now, and hear me clear, Your actions caused this pain and fear. Age won’t protect what you have done— I am the survivor, I have won.

At the tender age of 9 I was molested by a family member. This went on for 3 years. When I did mention it to my immediate family I broke down and was admitted to the hospital for a period of 48 hours. I was truly saddened and really felt alone. I carried this burden on for over 20 something years where afterwards I befriended someone that physically abused me. I ignored the red flags and in order to keep my children safe I told the perpetrator that I will stay. He would hit me in the back of my head many times to this day I have a small protruding disc in the back of my skull. The last incident when I knew that I couldn't take anymore and that my children would be safe is when he tried to throw me down my stairs after straddling me while choking me. I prayed and I asked God for strength. This was in Date. I found the strength to heal, seek therapy and start my own nonprofit (Nonprofit name) which serves Women and Children of domestic violence with temporary shelter, counseling, and 10-week trauma sessions. I now know my Worth and I know that I am a Woman that matters.

One day I decided to go to the shopping centre to finish my essay for college. As I was typing away minding my own business, a man came up to me and grabbed my face and tried to kiss me. I was in shock, I didn't know what to do. I froze. In a busy shopping centre no one batted an eye. No one was helping me. Eventually he was pulled off me. But when I told my parents they just laughed at me as if it was nothing. For years I was convinced that it was nothing, that I was just being dramatic but I wasn't. I know now that what happened was a form of sexual assault. I think because sexual assault or rape is usually perceived through the media as one thing and not another. I always thought nothing happened to me but I was attacked in a public place that I felt safe in. Even before this through the years I have been slapped on the ass for no reason, cat called when I am out walking, sexual remarks made towards me, sexual comments passed my way. Again, to me this was minor but I know now as an adult that this is not just minor. I didn't ask for any of these things to happen to me. These things are not OK and I shouldn't nor should anyone else be normalising them just because its not what is precieved to be sexual assault. It is sexual assault and this needs to be said and reminded to people.

Dear K, I met you when I was only 11, I was lonely, vulnerable, and so sad. At the time, everyone was calling me a slut and a prostitute for simply having breasts and curves. When you would talk to me, you never made me feel ugly or disgusting, you made me feel appreciated and loved. Our friendship was "beautiful" at first, you would always ask me how I was, what I was going to do after school, but I never realized that you wanted to control every living moment of mine. At age 12, when I said no to you asking me out, you would ask me out every single day, first, it was a hand on the shoulder, then a shove into the lockers, then yanking my hair and hitting me and slapping my butt. I couldn't escape you because you were always there, at class, at lunch, in front of my locker, outside school, on the train, in the grocery store, and even on my doorstep. At age 13 I couldn't be myself without you, I knew how terrible of a person you were, but you were the only one who would talk to me, spend time with me. I felt like I deserved how you treated me, so I would do anything to make you happy, so you wouldn't hit me. I would wear the clothes you liked, smile and laugh when you wanted me to, let you touch me inside out, but that was never enough for you. You pushed me to my limit, you drove me insane that my body couldn't stop you from stealing from me. I couldn't scream, I couldn't wriggle around, I couldn't say no, I was just paralyzed, numb, but my brain was on fire because I knew I should've been fighting back. When my friend realized what you had done to me, he never let you go near me again, but you still stole from me. I can't sleep without having nightmares of you, without hearing you whisper how you would steal more from me, without feeling your touch and wincing whenever someone hugs me. I am scared that if I open up again, I will only be robbed again. Whenever I see you, I shudder at the mere reminder of how you owned and brainwashed me. I am still healing, and always will be. My promise to you is that I will never let you hurt another girl again and that I will forever be an advocate so that we survivors can have a voice. So that I can have my voice again!

I was in my early 20's, moved to Long Island from an upstate town for college and graduated with honors. I was excited to land a job in NYC with a large financial/insurance company. My boss was a young fairly handsome married man with good manners and was so nice at first. I was warned by a few woman to watch out for him because he was a player. Well naive me fell for his attention. At first the things g's he did seemed innocent, like walking with me to Penn Station. That turned into stopping off for drinks which then turned into kissing and touching . I look back at how stupid I was as he reeled me in and wonder why I did this. I can only say that I had left home because I did not have a good relationship with my dad and I was attention starved and he pounced on that. One thing led to another and I met him at a hotel. I felt awful after and wanted to end it but he threatened my job that I really needed. People started suspecting things at work and before I knew it, this smart student had a reputation. This went on for months and he was very controlling. He also would do things to make me jealous and to undermine my confidence. I hated myself. I believe his higher ups talked him into transferring me to a different dept in a different building so he could advance in his career. He did advance, quickly. I, on the other hand, moved and so did my reputation and my low self esteem. I had a couple of other encounters in the new area and finally changed companies altogether, which was the best thing I ever did. At the new company I remade myself and became and was seen as the true professional I am. I went back to school for my masters, have a beautiful family and a great career. BUT... I still have bouts of shame and at times my self esteem p!unges. None of my family or friends know any of this. I still harbor resentment against this man who retired at a very high level and runs a consulting company now. I wonder how many other women and careers he affected.

Hi I am 22 year old woman two years ago I finally admitted to myself that I am a childhood sexual abuse survivor… I finally spoke up and told my parents thank God they believe me they care for me. When I was 11 years old my 17 year old brother molested me a couple times not just once not just twice but I remember he molested me for a while in 2011. He performed oral on me and made me grind on his lap… I was an innocent little girl I didn’t know what was going on my parents always warned me of abuse but it wasn’t a stranger abusing me it was my own brother… I was very confused deep down I knew it was wrong deep down it didn’t feel right but my body said otherwise and it made me feel ashamed and guilt. He never forced me he wasn’t aggressive never used violence on me but he did groom me. We weren’t raised together my parents had to immigrate to the United States (personal reasons) my siblings had to stay with my grandparents, aunt and uncles (from my father’s side). I always felt lonely I’ve always wanted a big family I wanted a good relationship with my siblings so I tried my best to get close to them but my brother took advantage of my vulnerability. He manipulated me he gained my trust and abused me now that I am older I’ve realized how sick he was he used to tell me to sleep in his room all the time… the signs were always there but I was a very innocent child. Two years ago I had to confront myself and accept that I was sexually abused… my brother wanted to visit my parents I got really scared so I opened up to my parents. They believe me and they’re on my side it feels nice knowing they support me but ever since then I’ve been dealing with this repressed trauma and feelings this is my story.

3 guys have taken advantage of me in the past 12 years and I want to tell people about it. Unfortunately the only way I can is online because I can't tell my parents even though I'm 24 now and I can't afford therapy. So hello internet, here's my story (shortened as much as possible). Guy #1 - 2008-2010/2011, both of us aged 13-15/16, multiple incidents. My high school "boyfriend". The first time when we were 13 we'd gone out on a date to the local snooker hall then back to his house. He told me his mum was sick so we had to go to his bedroom to avoid waking her while she slept it off on the couch. It started out as just some basic high school groping then he started getting aggressive and forceful. When I tried to leave just to go to the toilet he pulled me back and pushed me onto the bed. He kept saying he knew what he was doing because he wasn't a virgin. He forced my shirt up, my skirt down and I don't remember if he put himself in me or not. All I remember is him forcing me to feel him and starting to focus on the only thing I could to take my mind off of what was happening - the TV - and about 10-20 mins later my phone going off with a message from my parents saying they were downstairs in the car as I'd asked them to pick me up at a certain time. After this he would make a point of bragging to his friends that I was a slut who'd given it up for him. He threatened me physically and emotionally, he forced me to send nudes and perform webcam shows for him and his friends. One time when we were 15 we met up after school, I thought he was going to apologise, and we started walking towards his house which took us past our high school. At the high school he threw me up against the gate, stuck his hand in my pants and told me I wasn't going to run away this time. I managed to kick him somewhere so he backed off and I ran away. He made it his mission to make my high school life miserable, including cornering me in dead corridors and threatening me, hitting me, trying to sexually assault me again. The last incident with this guy involved him asking me to play truth or dare with him at 16. Again I'd agreed to meet him because this time he'd told me he wanted to apologise in person. Only I was never allowed to do truth and every dare involved me showing him a part of my body or letting him touch me. He even made me swear that he would be allowed to take my virginity once I turned 18. He didn't, I made sure I wasn't in contact with him at all then. I became addicted to alcohol during this time to cope with it all and had to force myself to sober up once it was all over if I wanted a chance of a "normal" life. Plus I'd gotten too good at hiding it from my parents who never spent more than an hour with me each day. Guy #2 - 2015-Jan 2018, me 20-22 and him 22-24, multiple incidents. This was my uni boyfriend. He acted so sweet and kind and caring until he got me. Once I agreed to lose my virginity to him (3 months into the relationship) the majority of that niceness went out of the window. Once he had sex with me once it was all he wanted. Except he put in zero effort and it was all about pleasing him. More than once he coerced me or lied to me to trick me into having anal sex, something I never wanted to do. On one occassion near the end of the relationship he remembered that I had mentioned at the start that I might be interested in trying out rough sex. He took this to mean rape roleplay. Except it didn't feel like a roleplay to me. There were no safewords or precautions in place to make me feel safe. I felt threatened, abused, humiliated, and like I had actually just been raped. He made me feel like it was all my fault too, making out that if I hadn't suggested it then it wouldn't have gone that far. The night I broke up with him he spent hours trying to get me to have sex with him one last time because we hadn't had sex at all since the last incident which was a good 6-8 months before we broke up. Guy #3 - 2017-2018, me 22 and him 29 (unsure, I'll explain), multiple incidents. This was a guy I worked with. He at first told everyone he was gay then told just me that he was bisexual and then that he wasn't really sure what sexuality he was. From the minute I started working there he took me under his wing seemingly to protect me from the awfulness that was the company we worked for. What he really wound up doing was keeping me isolated from everyone else, spreading rumours and lies to everyone to keep me isolated, and kept me for himself. He casually flirted to begin with but everyone wrote it off as joking because they believed he was gay. He spent a lot of time with me, inside and outside of work. We started getting "dinner" after work 2-3 times a week. I say "dinner" because he would always say we were going to get dinner after work. We did get food the first few times but eventually it just turned into nothing but drinks. Alcoholic drinks. I was starting to fall back into my old addictive ways and I could blame him but he wasn't exactly forcing the drinks down my throat. I felt as though I needed it to get through this time alone with him. I was stupid enough to let him drive me home though, every night, even when he'd had at least 2-3 drinks minimum. He took advantage of my intoxicated state. He begged me to give him oral quite often and usually he would eventually roll his eyes and begrudgingly accept my "no". Until one night he forced me down on my knees, undid his zipper and forced himself into my mouth. When he finished it was so forceful that I choked on it, it made a massive mess on my rug and couch. He was regularly harassing me at work, telling me things he was thinking of doing to me, how often he had touched himself that morning, trying to make moves on me when we were alone, etc. I put up with it because he was the only one who knew I'd been addicted to alcohol before and was heading that way again. It was my first job post-uni, I couldn't afford to be fired for being drunk/hungover on the job. Plus I figured it couldn't escalate further if I stopped him coming into my house. Except he would always force his way in or otherwise threaten me so he could get in. He only forced me to give him oral once but after that he would "jokingly" try again and again . I was still dating Guy #2 at the time so figured it couldn't get much worse. Then 5 days after I dumped Guy #2 he coerced me into sex/raped me. He had a boyfriend and the entire time I cried and kept saying to him "what about your boyfriend?" He told me he didn't care, that I was all he wanted and that if I didn't do it he would tell everyone about the drinking and make it sound like I was the one who'd been harassing him so I would get fired. He was a lot stronger than me, he pinned me by my throat while he raped me so I could barely breathe, he threatened me, he told me my pussy was like velvet and he'd love to have access to it more often. He was an extremely intimidating person and I was scared to go against anything he said in case he did it again. He was fired a few months later for unrelated reasons. This is where I found out he may have been older than he said. A coworker told me that he'd had to return Guy #3's ID to him on a work trip one time and that the date of birth on it would make him at least 35 at the time. I don't think I'll ever be able to feel comfortable walking the streets alone especially at night, or stay at home overnight alone, or sit in a car with a man without panicking the entire time unless it's my dad or boyfriend. Some days all I can think about is how broken I feel by all of this but mostly I just feel numb to a lot of things these days. Physical pain doesn't hurt that much, hearing that someone loves me is hard to believe sometimes, and I just feel like life is hard to enjoy sometimes. There are good and great days in between all of that and they're becoming more frequent. I just wish they were more often than they are so I could feel somewhat "normal" again.

A letter to my Hudband, I have yet to give him. My husbands father came to live with us after he got out of prison. He is finally out of the house, after a year, but not before fully taking advantage of me. I am younger and thought that he had turned good.. but he continued to sell drugs. He got close to me in the begging and I trusted him. I didnt have a dad growing up that was there all the time. I thought he was safe. He collected information and then holds it over my head and threatens me with violence and blackmail. He continuously harasses me, always touching inappropriately, making commitments no family member should to another. I kept telling my husband I wanted him out for months. But he delayed it. Eventually the tension grew between me and my father in law. He stole my phone and sent nude pictures of myself to him along with text messages, to use it against me saying see she did this. Fortunately I have proff it was him doing so from a text admitting it. He ended up raping me. And he knows I won't say anything because of the blackmail and threats. I've told a friend and I have went to the dr. But i have not filed any type of charges. I'm still to scared to. I still havent been able to tell my husband and wake up sick to my stomach everyday. But heres what I wrote but cant find the strength to give it to him. Today his dad is supposed to leave the state but i think he wants to ruin everything with my kids and husband before he does. So today I am scared, trapped. Here it is: I wanted to tell you I've hated myself Sick to my stomach from my own bad decisions Made someone one else see how small I was And he preyed on me I was taken advantage of I trusted when I shouldnt of I wanted to run to you so many times But I couldnt find the words And I didnt want any of our progress to go backwards At first I felt I was safe from him That he would never do anything to hurt you or me He slowly manipulated me And he made me trust him He made comments about how you would never truly love me constantly He told me his secrets And then he began to push and shove me He told me time and again that you say I got pregnant on purpose so you wouldnt leave And threw the last couple years I've heard it again and again He peeled back my layers I felt I could let some things out But I wish I never would of Should of gone another route Hed say.. What am I going to have to do to sleep with you? You no I could love you better? Am i going to have to resort to blackmail? You wont sleep with me?! fuck you! I need it! And I'll get it someday. Bitch, you better believe it. I wanted to yell for help. But I was trapped. And i new things were getting worse. Knew youd be mad I didnt want to ruin things with you and your dad. He continued to harass me. I'd tell him he cant live here anymore off you and me. He says you wanna bet. I can have anything I want How bout that baby? Now Come sit on me He says if you're so worried about losing all your money. I no how to fix that. We can make porn together honey. And then maybe things wont be so bad. I've got you by the throat cant you see Come on we could be rich with that ass baby. He got angry with me Many times over the months. I didnt want to make even eye contact with him. Hid in my room until hed leave. Hed always say I'm sorry But dont you no your beautiful I cant help this feeling inside of me. Ive got you. You'll never be free He told me dont look so good. Cuz I cannot control myself. He was suppose to be at work that day. I was in my yellow t shirt dress. The baby was asleep. I was sitting on the rocking chair. I never heard the car pull up. And the door started opening. He looked at me..I new instantly. Frozen, I couldnt move. And then he stood in front of me. He said you no this dick is hard. I wont waste it on my hand today. What you wearing under those. Grabs me and says oh like I was hoping.. nothing. Whats it matter anyway You dont wear his ring He tries to put his head between my thighs as I squeeze so tight. I tell him please dont. No stop. I'll do anything. He says it's too late for that. I told you not to let me catch you like this. He holds my head into the chair. I fight him kicking and scream. But I.. I was no match I'm sorry he was bigger then me. It ended finally He told me see that wasnt so bad, no need for the squirming. Just think of me as the older version of him Not his dad You tell him, I tell him anything and everything. And when i do. After what you've done to him in the past Hed never belive a slut like you. Your truth goes down as lies Despite all ur cries Just a whore like he knows you are. Foolish girl You ready to make us some money. You sexy porn star I've been hoping hed leave you for some time. When hes gone your alone Then that's when I can make you mine. I dont care if I lose him. But i will not lose you. And if for some reason I do. I will make your life a living hell. So here, take this towel. And if theres any bruises just say you fell. I told you I always get what I want. You think you can kick me out You cannot. You started to get lippy Why wont you talk to me?! Oh your son says your kickin me out? I walked out on my own.! Fuck you! Enjoy all my threat texts on your phone. You no I'm not afraid to die. If I ever get ahold of a gun, you better run. For I have nothing to lose. I'll take everything you worked for. Those kids are better off with out you too. All yours and his dreams will be no more See you dont win, I do. Have fun picking the mess you've made, all your fault off the floor. You no good flitly little whore I no I've done you wrong my husband. But I dont want no one else. And right now I'm disgusted with him n myself Our relationship isn't perfect It needs polished. It needs cleaned. I'm the biggest problem. Just help put me back together. I cant do it by myself. My head hurts. I've cried so much. Wanna tell you everything but I dont no how to. Not ready for another fight. I feel he will tell you what hes threatened before i do. I dont have the energy just wanna be next to you Please help Dont let him control me You may not show me that you love me In all the ways i wish you would. But I feel we could get there Both got ugly pasts But your the one i want I want us to be the ones who last The things weve got threw I no we can make it But I dont blame you if you dont want to. I'm sorry baby I hope you no how much i love you Hopefully I'll come back and finish this story some day. Cuz it is far from over. But I continue to fight for myself and my family. I dont want to be a victim I want to be a survivor.

Hi, i was recommended this site by my therapist...so here we go. okay. it all started when i was 9, My grandparents had moved into NC and stuff etc etc- My grandfather and I were always close. We would do stuff together like lunch, shopping, get candy all that jazz. from years 9-12 I had not realized it, but he was grooming me. He would always tell me things like how special i was to him and how he would buy me things he wouldn't buy my brother or my cousins. It would always happen whenever i would spend the night at my grandparents house. Now my mother had really awful breast cancer at the time, so my dad had to stay by her side and support her in the hospital from time to time and since my brother was too young to babysit me (hes 4 years older by the way) I had to spend the night there. I also suffered from horrid night terrors that kept me awake at night and made me deathly afraid of being alone or in the dark. Sooo, i would share the bed with both my grandparents. You can probably tell where this is going, It was always in bed too. He would touch me around my stomach, chest, more details parts that i wont mention, my pants area etc... I never thought too much of it, Always reassuring myself that it wasnt anything malevolent...no matter how weird or unusual it was. It eventually stopped around when i was 12, when my mom finished chemotherapy and beat her cancer. i was staying at their place less and less. But he would often throw provocative comments my way about my body, such as my chest, my butt- you get it. the comments stopped at 14 when i stood up for myself. he asked me, "Oh dont tell me you dont like play with yourself of please yourself. everyone does it, i just wanna know if you do it." I told him it was gross to ask that, and he scoffed- but he stopped. not too long later that year i was thinking about everything while sitting in my room. Then it hit me. Everything he did, everything he said, was because he was grooming me. I had thrown up that evening, as if my stomach got clubbed by a sledgehammer. It had been maybe 2 or so years since ive come out about what happened. No justice has been served yet, if any at all. My grandparents blame me and my parents for tearing our family apart. I often blame myself too. But I hope and pray to any god out there that he gets exactly what he deserves, in this life or the next.

Sexually assaulted at 17 Name and in 24 years old a bad fake family member came in life around 24 to 25 years old, he exploited my messages on phone and gave it to family health centers his name is Name but he was not allowed to come here legally anyway. I want justice and peace.