The reason I’m sharing this is to be a warning to teens, kids, parents that this happens and that you need to be careful who you’re talking to online and if you’re going through something like this that you aren’t alone. This has been so hard to write but it’s something I had to do
I was sent a link to a creepy website by a school friend and fellow victim, where people shared nudes without consent, and stalked those who wouldn't send nudes. I wouldn't send nudes, as it's not my thing and I have a partner.
This friend stole my Facebook photos and uploaded them without my consent.
I was getting bullied, my mother didn’t seem to care, and I was alone with no one to talk to and no one to help me. I overdosed on pain medications. After being taken to the hospital the next morning and treated, the doctors asked me why, they wanted to put me in a psych ward. I said nothing. Now I’m 18 years old, I’m finally speaking out.
He called and begged me not to leave him because he was really going to do it this time. I talked to his mom but she didn’t believe it and thought I was bad for her son because I was making him depressed. After that he started getting worse and started hitting me and putting me down about everything.
I told my boyfriend, who banned me from going out and eventually broke up with me as he thought I was a liar who was trying to find an excuse for cheating on him. I have never cheated on anyone in my life and what hurt me more than the experience was that no one believed me.
He had sworn on his children’s lives that night that if I met him one more time to talk, that he wouldn’t abuse me. I didn’t take anything with me because he was known for breaking phones like nothing, and taking my house keys from me so I couldn’t go home
I should have went to the police or something then but I was in such shock I didn't know what to do. It all happened so fast. Sometimes it's not a stranger, sometimes it's someone who becomes one right in front of your eyes.
I was scared, but under the influence so I blamed myself. I remember him taking my phone and messaging my friends telling them to ‘fuck off’ and ‘leave his girl alone’. I was not his girl, and those were my friends. We only knew each other a short weekend before
I got into this relationship with an open heart not knowing it would be an abusive one, it started off as a normal relationship but after a few weeks there were warning signs, he would be controlling on what I wear, who I hung about with
We began seeing each other more regularly at his friend’s apartment - or so I thought. Twice every week we would meet and go have sex, cuddle, talk, leave and go grab a coffee and then go on our ways. I started seeing some red flags when we went to Starbucks.
The first time was after an intense argument. He pushed me against my front door and forced me inside. I submitted because I thought that’s just how sex was supposed to happen.
It started out as a really happy relationship, was very smitten and it felt exciting and fun and I couldn’t see any faults
Each year I was with him resulted in abuse so extensive that when the authorities were sent out to do a welfare check I was hidden away, at one point he kidnapped me across state lines to hide my where abouts!
Every day he reminded me of how worthless I was, at that point I completely believed him since I never knew what Love was, I thought that was it.
They took me to an apartment building where they had access to an unfinished room in the basement (nobody ever came down). They tied me to the bed and left for about 10 or so hours.
I met my soon to be ex-husband when I was 23 he was sweet and kind and everything I ever wanted in a man, he used the words I wanted and needed to hear like beautiful not hot. He painted a picture of our future together that would fit every woman’s dream of a little house with a white picket fence. Not one of pain and hurt and distrust.
But the wakeup call came in the form of a man I got within 2012, the spark was there and all was amazing but soon as he didn’t get his own way he would smash up my house or photos I held dear...
I was bullied, beaten and raped by a boy who was only 1 year older than me. He would hit me with golf clubs, metal bars, thick tree branches, and he would punch and kick me
We fought a lot already but never anything physical until this night. We were drinking and over did it. We started arguing and it kept escalating
I hope he never drags you back to the car when you try and run away from him.
I hope when you go to pack your things, he doesn't drag you into the house and force you to get undressed.
