I cried and didn’t leave my room for days. I was sore. I starved myself and was immensely depressed. Almost 3 years later and I’m receiving medication for PTSD
I had never felt so helpless or shocked in my life. In that moment there was nothing I could do. I didn’t say anything about it that night I was silent on the way home I was just in shock
Whenever I would tell him no to sending pictures or videos of myself, touching myself/ being seductive, he would claim he had my father’s phone number and would send him everything I’ve ever trusted him with. He told me he found me on Facebook and said he would send all my friends my pictures, that he would expose me
I fell to sleep afterwards and woke up later to another one of the boys waking me up (the guy I had sex with was nowhere to be seen). The boy who woke me up then proceeded to rape me and then called another boy in and they done it together whilst I shouted and cried
I was left, without the host, as the only girl in a room of 8 boys. I fell asleep. I woke up - I became aware of myself being awake mid-sentence - while shouting at the boy next to me saying "you're a dickhead" (I did not actually know why I was saying it at the time).
I felt betrayed, and ruined, and just flat out disgusting. Not only had this horrible thing just happened to me, but I could even call the one person I had to protect me, because he was the one who had hurt me.
It took me months to remember this part but I remember begging him to stop, and telling him I was too drunk to do anything. But then I blacked out again and when I woke up he was cuddling me so tightly and wouldn’t let me leave his side
When I was 13, I was told countless times how boring it was for girls not to send photos, I really believed that everybody sent them, it was a girls role to keep a boy happy in that way. I thought it would make them love me.
Shortly later he broke up with me again and little me was very hurt, I cut myself almost every night for the longest time and I fell into the trap of him coming back a few times after.
In one night, I was raped and lost my virginity. Everything hurt. It was one of the most painful nights I’d experienced. I panicked and told him I was bleeding and it was no more “I’ll whisper sweet nothings to you.” He became every other guy.
I fought but he was stronger and I gave in after an hour or so. I was exhausted. I let him do what he wanted to get it over with.
One man raped me consecutively, he would choke me until I was about to pass out then stop, he did that repeatedly. After he was done they dropped me of in the middle of nowhere
He would spit degrading words, tell me I’m a slut and that nobody else wants me for me. One day, things got a little more out of hand. Instead of words, the physical abuse came
I woke up and a guy was on top of me. I was fully naked and he was having sex with me. I asked him to stop several times and he never. He held my arms down so hard that I couldn’t move my body.
He shamed me and threatened to send the photos to everyone on my Facebook if I refused to send him another picture. At this time I had my whole family, my boss from work, and so many other people on Facebook. So, I began to freak out
I pushed him off of me, but he kept coming back. He continued trying to take my pants off, and I continued to push him away. Until he got mad, and got on top of me
When I was 15 I got into a relationship. I thought he was amazing. He was perfect in every way to me. I fell in love. I didn’t see the signs, him grabbing and brushing my arm, or pinching the skin on my arms
I remember everything he did to me and it made me feel completely worthless and my body felt used. I no longer felt my body was my own and till this day I don’t feel like it is. 2 other students saw what he would do to me but when I reported it, they decided to remain silent and say he didn’t do anything
This guy seemed perfect. We shared so many interests, so many opinions, so many aspiration so (I mean, I wasn’t a pretty imaginative 13/14 year old so my aspirations were surprisingly hard to match). He was a male version of me, my best friend and my “soulmate”
About a year goes by of dating, I see my friends and family less and less, it’s more and more him. Eventually, everything I do is centered on him, like he's my only source of reason