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A Difficult Day
The man that took everything from me called today. I had moved on. When I say "moved on," I mean that I stopped having the haunting nightmares that made me wake up screaming. I stopped looking over my shoulder to see if he is there, following me. I mean that instead of thinking about it a million times a day and all the things I should have done differently, I only think of it once or twice.
A Year That Broke Me
I was 12 when he asked me out. Although I agree that is young for dating, it has changed how I approach every and any relationship.
Kaitlyn ParkerPublished 6 years ago in VivaDo You Remember Me?
Do you remember me? I'm the girl that looked "cute enough" to send a message to. I'm the girl that you relentlessly complemented. I'm the girl that you felt oddly comfortable with. I'm the girl that you called "babe" after a few hours of knowing each other. I'm the girl that you built up and then destroyed.
Cristian CarrascoPublished 6 years ago in VivaHell Into Heaven
Chapter 1: Nikki November, 2009 [Nightmare: “I want you to marry me and be my wife,” said Gil. “Your wife? You’re too old for me, silly. I’m like 6-years-old,” I said and gave Gil my tiny fist to his arm.
J.A.K. HansenPublished 6 years ago in VivaSexual Harassment in High School
It's been a few years since I graduated high school and I've been doing much better now. However, I still remembering realizing what it meant to be a woman... I remember teachers and police officers shaming woman for having a sexuality and blaming the victims after an attack.
Sexual Abuse
Let me start by saying, every fiber of my being is screaming for me to shut off my computer, walk away, and keep this to myself. It’s my story and my pain. My cross to bear so to speak. However, I feel as though if I might share my story, then maybe it could help others that might have gone through similar situations. It has actually been a few years since the accident, but it took me a year before I could speak of it and when I did it was to my longtime childhood friend. She and I are just like sisters; she is the only one I have trusted with my secret until now. But since then, I have replayed the scene over and over in my mind, wondering what I could have done differently, when in reality there is most likely nothing that could have been done differently. There is still anger and frustration that bubbles inside of me because I am still trying to come to terms with it. Recently I began therapy for PTSD, which for years I have struggled with, nightmares and the whole nine yards.
Alyssa HornPublished 6 years ago in VivaThe Loved Less Swine
Hi, my name is Debbie, and in 2005 I was sexually assaulted by my ex boyfriend. I never reported it, because I guess in many ways I thought I deserved it, especially for how I treated him in the beginning of our relationship, which was horrible. I was head over heels for him, but by the time I realized it, he was gone and I’d pay for that for years to come.
Debbie GabrielPublished 6 years ago in VivaThe False Allegation
“It was devastating, you know? Turned my whole life upside down.” “So what happened in court? How come they found you guilty?”
Katy PreenPublished 6 years ago in VivaHow to Make Sure Time Really Is Up for Sexual Harrassment
Several people that I have chosen to share my story with have told me that I could write a book about my life. I assume this is because they think that what I have experienced is not normal. But more and more, the media and feminist campaigns like “Time’s Up” are exposing cases of sexual abuse and showing us that sexual harassment is the norm. It happens too often, to too many people.
Rachel DaviesPublished 6 years ago in VivaScrew Being Polite
When I was 11 years old, I couldn't walk down the street to my best friend's house without the neighborhood tweaker flicking his tongue at me, or telling me how "hot" I was.
Crystal Damato-PinedaPublished 6 years ago in VivaEmpowering Through Education
My first experience of assault—and I mean by that a smack on the backside—was in the late 1980s. This man creeped me out so much that I would jump in the wardrobe to hide (I was working as a chambermaid) if I heard him coming down the hotel corridor, because if he caught me in the room, he would sit on the bed and try to get me to sit with him and verbally proposition me, heavy breathing added for effect.
Lesley Anne ArmourPublished 6 years ago in VivaWas I Raped?
It was past my little brother's curfew. The street lights had been on for almost an hour; he knew to be home before they turned on. I was in charge. I was supposed to make sure that he was okay. I had called my parents—my stepfather, too. I was frantic. My stepfather had made it home first, then both of my biological parents. We organized a search throughout the neighborhood and any of his friends' houses that were close by. Being that I was seventeen and had my own vehicle, I desperately wanted to search with them. Instead, they told me to stay in case he arrived home. I was to call one of them immediately if he did.
Opal O'MalleyPublished 6 years ago in Viva