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it makes me sick that terrible things happen to people. it disgusts me that older people will touch and try to rape younger people. it's just so gross. it's wrong to rape anyone. no means no. reading these stories you post, it makes me cringe as I read them and I'm so sorry to everyone who's been raped or molested or anything bad. I hope that you don't have nightmares at night and I hope you get better and aren't depressed and suicidal!

He lied to me, threatened me, abused of me and still told me to "get over it, it cant be that bad".

marie

little girl, don't be so sad little girl, it can't be all that bad little girl, learn to tie your shoe little girl, come do this to me too little girl, keep quiet no one will love you like me little girl, keep quiet or else you'll be thrown into the sea little girl, not so little anymore little girl, her heart you tore little girl, don't be so sad little girl, it can't be all that bad

I think I had begun to get raped when I was 4. I was so young, I wouldn't have remembered if it was any earlier. He continued until he got a stroke when I was 11. It was also around the time when I moved away and never had to see him again. I thought that I was completely done with him, and that I'd never have to revisit that part of my life again, until I found out I was pregnant (I developed very early). I lost the baby, but I still wish none of it had to even happen

I can't remember anything from six to nine , so I don't really know when it happened. I just remember sitting in my aunts bed watching spongebob when my cousin came . I didn't mind he was my best friend. Then he latest next to me and told me to lay down so I did. He then started touching my chest and and flipped me on my stomach and he did it, he took my childhood away from me. I was so scared and I felt like it was my fault. I didn't remember until when I was like eleven and I cried so much and

I am sobbing reading these stories and thinking about all of the strong men and women who go through this then come out the other side to face such disgusting rape culture. it hurts my heart so badly to imagine how people feel. I just need things to change.

I had a dream last night. My old Spanish teacher from middle school (I'm in high school now) was doing disgusting things to me. I mean he was molesting me and looking at me and it just makes me cry everytime I think about it because it reminded me of when I was molested twice when I was little. The next morning I smoked, tonight I think I'll cut. :( idk what's wrong with me.

When I was 11, my best friend killed herself. On her anniversary the next year, I stayed at my bf's house and we watched disney movies. He pinned me down when I got tired and ripped off my footie pajamas and violently raped me several times. I don't know if he continued or not when I passed out. I have never been able to tell anyone the details. I attempted suicide 4 times before getting therapy. 5 years later, I am a survivor and I will not bow to society's shit.

When I was 14, I dated boy. a really popular boy. who stupidly enough, only dated me because he made a stupid bet with some highschoolers that he could get in my pants. i broke up with him when i found out. when I was 15 i fell in love with a guy and we've been together for a while. we ended up sleeping together and i told my best friend who ended up telling like everyone. and my ex got angry. really angry. and he was high. and he beat me up and raped me and called me a whore... -d

I don't even know if this would count as rape but my boyfriend at the time kept on forcing me to do things and always touching me when I said no and I had sex with him even though I didn't want to. I regret it so badly. He was 17 and I was 15

My 19 year old marriage had 15 years of sexual abuse and rape toward me. I was bad, didn't wear right clothes, didn't ask enough, was called as slut/whore. I'm out now. Had counselling for years. I want to enjoy sex again. There will be religious implications if I do, but right now, I don't care. I want to feel a man's embrace. I want to feel like I'm the one in control. I want to know what it can feel like, not the horror it was been my entire adult life.

I'm not even sure if my story counts. I mean technically I was willing, and he didn't force himself on me. But he was a scary guy, and really pushy. I felt like if I didn't give him what he wanted then he would hurt me. So I let my boyfriend at the time take my virginity, because I thought if I didn't, he would hurt me and take it anyway. I didn't even realize how wrong it was until 3 months ago. And now he's going around telling people that I raped him. And they believe him.

I feel crazy, like I don't remember anything but I feel it's a possibility, you know? Or maybe I'm just overthinking things, I honestly don't know. I've just never felt comfortable with people touching my legs even in a friendly/comforting way(don't post if not on anon, please)

I was 15. At a camp. I knew was a bit rough i was stuck with him. I kept my iPod in my bra for lack of pockets. He saw it and started making comments, I laughed and he kissed me and gently touched me. I thought he'd just tease me a little. Instead he started sucking and licking my tits. I started saying no when he tried pulling my pants Down.He did it anyway. No sex, but there were fingers involved. I didn't tell anyone, I thought it was my fault. I didn't think it was rape. Rape culture? Balls!

When I was a freshman I started seeing this senior. He came over one day and we were making out. I'd never done anything else with a guy. Next thing I know he's on top of me and pulling my pants off. I just laid there scared and confused. I thought that's how sex was, that's what I deserved. Months later I realized I was sexually assaulted but even my friends told me I had it coming. They don't know the nightmares I have

Thank you so much for this blog. As a girl who has not been raped, but is still depressed, with anxiety, and with a death in the close family, I often feel like there's no way out but suicide. But these people who share stories of rape on your blog and still stay strong each and every day inspired me. Thank you for this blog and thank you to everyone who shares their story.

When I was 10, my mom and dad got pretty drunk at my aunts house. I didnt like it when they were like that, because they were loud and noisy and cussed a lot, so I went to the guest bedroom and fell asleep. The next thing I knew, when I woke up my dad had his hands down my pants and was feeling around. I was so scared I didnt say anything because he was drunk-- when he's drunk, he can get pretty aggressive. I waited until he left and cried all night. I never told anyone, and he doesnt remember.

Im so sorry that this happens at all because rapists are the scum of the earth just like racists and such because I was taught that you literally have to think that someone is so below you in worth to think that you can just grab them and rape them because you felt like it and leave them like that. Its the same thing that happened to slaves- you have to feel like they are so below you that you can just own them like a piece of furniture rather than treating them as a human being. I…its terrible.

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