Again, I stayed with him because he made me feel as if he was going to change, and again, he didn’t. At this point, I was MISERABLE. Every. Single. Day. And I kept going back. I lost friends over it, my family didn’t treat me the same,
This is where it all began to change. He was always jealous of my friends including my best friend of 6years which sadly because of his jealousy I stopped talking to everyone one of my friends.
He would get upset with me and my mom because I refused to go with him anywhere alone. He never hurt me physically or verbally but he would abuse my brothers who were 1 and 2 years younger than me
I remember my ex saying no and his friends saying “if you don’t someone else will” I wasn’t sure what exactly they meant. My ex came in and shut the door and locked it.
Anytime anyone mentioned what happen to me I instantly would always shut them out because I couldn’t handle talking about it because I was told not to.
I found myself with a boy who I thought loved me more than anything. My parents had recently separated and I was left alone a lot. I felt less lonely without him. At first it was fun, we went to parties together, we were inseparable.
For four years I was with a guy who I thought was the one. For his sake, I’ll call him Hayden. Hayden was everything I wanted in a man, a friend, humorous, musical, strong, and brave. At least that’s what he led me to believe he was...
He got back into the car and started driving again he then touched my thigh and was rubbing my leg I told him I was 16 and he said don’t worry babe it doesn’t matter age is just a number, I told him I felt uncomfortable
I used to say your name under my breath, because I liked the way it so effortlessly rolled off my tongue. Our relationship seemed just like that. Effortless. You loved my quirkiness and my need for adventure, I loved your humor and your devotion.
I have been diagnosed so far with severe depression, extreme social anxiety and PTSD, and I am still being assessed for other potential disorders.
He shut and locked the door. In that room I was forced to have sex with him. In that room, he told me I would get in trouble if I told my mum. I kept it quiet.
After that it was just a string of awful relationships. Constantly getting cheated on, gas lighted, verbally abused and lied to. I thought I wasn’t worth anything to anybody.
I stretched out and got comfortable thinking he would go to the recliner but he didn’t. He came back and started touching me. I froze. I didn’t scream or yell. I just said no and kept pushing him away.
I felt violated but like somehow it wasn't valid because I had said yes to sex before that and that made dealing with the whole situation really hard for me even without me reporting it.
I didn't even know I was sexually assaulted until I told my friend, and she told me that even though I went there to have sex that it was the circumstances behind it that screamed rape to her.
When he was done I was positive he was going to kill me. But he didn't. He threw my knife and walked away. I was so shaken, I walked to Bourbon Street, sat at a bar, and ordered a drink. I never reported it to the police.
Then he stopped, took me off his lap, and went back to my mother’s room. I couldn’t process what had just happened because I was never taught about sexual abuse.
He always verbally put her down all the time, and sexually abused her. My sister and I were taken from my mom when I was six, and her five. After four years
Not only her but her children as well. The abuse started before the marriage was even decided on but my mother “loved” him. As I grew up my perception of love was you could say a little jumbled. I would see my step father hit my mother and watch blood dripping down her mouth.
Another is that I had an ex who was extremely suicidal. Maxed out my credit card because he always said that he was going to kill himself because he couldn't pay for x y and z so made me feel guilty