We talked and he seemed nice, then we had a drink n went a walk in the woods, he put his jacket down so we could sit. we talked ages , then we kissed n I liked his kiss
He was paying no attention whatsoever, after 6 times of asking him to stop I snapped and said "Seriously if you don't stop I'll punch you in the fucking face" only then did he stop.
I was in a relationship with a guy for 3 years. The first year was amazing. The second year thing began to change. Every so often he would comment on how I looked (not in a good way) and the genuine way I was - this soon turned to everyday. He called me fat,
The abuse progressed the older I grew. The words I love you were accompanied with a punch to the face and tearful apologies.
I felt scared and completely helpless and burst into tears. I asked them to let me out and they said they would on the condition that I performed oral sex on them or had sex with one of them
Then, it happened to me again. How does something like this happen to somebody twice? My (ex) boyfriend's co-worker was sitting with me at the bar and I confessed to him about my situation.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep for about an hour, then I heard him coming from my living room into my room, the hall wasn’t long at all so it was a short journey.
He didn’t say anything...
He started taking his clothes off, right down to his boxers...
It was all sweet and innocent at the start, we spoke for hours on the phone every day until he started getting possessive over me. Demanded to know who I was with, where I was, proof that I was where I was
At the age of 14 I got with someone, let’s give them the name of Simon. He was my first relationship, I was depressed, needed love, I self-harmed, and had nobody but him,
He came and squashed himself next to me on the armchair I was sat in, I didn’t feel I could move, wasn’t confident enough to tell him to move away. Then he kissed me
After a night of drinking on New Year’s, we were on the way home and my boyfriend left me to use the toilet and that’s when it started. An older man came up to me and started chatting to me, being slightly intoxicated I politely replied, however this made him think it was okay to start grabbing me and touching me, he was asking me to leave with him and trying or drag me with him. Still touching my private areas, I told him I was waiting for my boyfriend and managed to get away from him. However other younger guys saw this and as soon as I was away from the older guy they surrounded me and were laughing and trying to pull my skirt down, a young girl pretended to be my friend and got me away thankfully. I’m so thankful nothing else happened and soon after my boyfriend came and wiped my tears and let me cry on him the whole way home. I felt so gross and kept asking myself maybe if I was a little less dressed up it wouldn’t have happened to me, I’m okay now, I still have them moments that induce anxiety but I have a great support system around me and an amazing boyfriend. It wasn’t my fault. If anything has happened to you please open up to someone, it makes it so much easier. I hope you’re okay, stay strong.
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I felt so disgusted that I wanted to die I just wanted to die like I didn’t know what’s going on but I felt so disgusting I wanted to kill myself. This continued for two years
At first I did fall asleep but when I did wake up I froze, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak I couldn’t do anything I was completely frozen, I couldn’t even open my eyes. I woke up to my dad’s neighbor
Without any word from myself, the tallest one picked me up and almost threw me into a cab, while the other 3 men piled in.
The point I realized it probably wasn’t okay was being sat in hospital with multiple doctors trying to assess the injuries to my cervix, they asked how it happened and I didn’t really know.
A lesson I learned in all of it is never stay silent, there is always someone out there who can help you and make sure you safe and out of harm’s way.
He drugged me, drove me somewhere and had his way with me for hours, I was in and out of consciousness the entire time, the last thing he said to me and my mother was that he took me out for ice cream at his sister’s house. He took my virginity, he took my soul
Turns out he was killing me emotionally, mentally and physically. It started out with him begging for sex all the time not just all the time but everywhere ...at the zoo at the store at the park. If I said no or begged not to he would make me feel bad about it
hen one day he didn’t take no for an answer and raped me in my own bed, and then said “don’t worry, lots of girls cry their first time.” I didn’t really understand consent so I didn’t really have emotions about it I just know I felt sad and I couldn’t put my finger on why.
The creaking camp bed. The sound of skin moving fast against skin. The panting. The moaning. Saying my name over and over. I was fourteen and in a strange house likes from home in the middle of the night with a grown man