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A cry never heard
“yea it happened to me, more than once... yes I never called the police... yes I thought no one cared... yes I started to dislike myself... yes I felt ashamed and nasty... how could this happen to me! Why would this happen!” I couldn’t do anything but listen, how could this happen. What I am going to tell you is story of a young girl who believed she walked with God until it felt he was no longer there.
EnlightenedMindzSpeakPublished 4 years ago in VivaI AM A SURVIVOR
I don't think that there are any words that could describe how terrifying that night was. Talking about something that happened 24 years ago,seems like it was a life time ago. My name is Adriane and this is the story that changed my life forever. I was a young girl and a new single parent. I had recently split from my sons father, and was living alone for the first time in my life. And I was enjoying my new found freedom maybe, a little too much at the time. I was living in Clovis, New Mexico I had found a small duplex for me and my son to live in. I met my friend April she lived in the same duplex. We quickly became friends she had two kids and I had one son. I didn't know anybody in Clovis, I had just moved there. So April's friends also became my friends. At times we would have wild parties, there would be lots of drinking that would last through out the night. It was at one of these parties that I met James. He for some reason took an instant liking to me . The feeling was not mutual. I was dating someone else at the time, and he just made me feel uncomfortable. The fun parties keep taking place and you could say I was living the life of a wild child . James would show up on occasion and express interest in me, but for whatever reason I didn't want him around me or my son. I tried to keep my distance from him. I didn't want him to think I was leading him on in any way , because I had no interest in him.
Adriane KirbyPublished 4 years ago in VivaStolen Kisses
A kiss used to mean something to me. This time last year, I had only ever kissed three people. I say I kissed them because I was a happy, active participant. I can't count the men who have kissed me that way anymore, and while that slight change in language could probably be easily overlooked, that realization hurts me more than I can explain.
Kay HusnickPublished 4 years ago in VivaNot All Scars Can Be Seen
Hello. My birth name is Audrey Ella Kerns. However, about 2 months ago, I changed my last name to Garland. No, I didn't legally change it, no, I'm not married now, and no, I didn't ask for anyone's permission to do it. I made the choice all by myself.
Audrey Ella GarlandPublished 4 years ago in VivaSurviving Childhood Abuse
For so many years I have been afraid to tell my story. Afraid of the backlash and stigma of being a rape survivor, afraid of knowing that people know, afraid to be that person.
Leila JohnsonPublished 4 years ago in VivaNigerian Celebrities Speak Against Rape.
Say NO To Rape. If you haven't been following the news, or have been so preoccupied with the horrible things happening in America that you haven't had the time to check the international news, then let me alert you of the tragedy that happened in Nigeria.
Jide OkonjoPublished 4 years ago in VivaMy Story
It was a cold day in December. We had just passed our one year anniversary. We made plans to do this about a month ago, but that didn’t make it any easier. I step on the bus and there he is, smile beaming like always when we lock eyes. His black roxy hat backwards covering his chocolate brown hair. His deep brown eyes sparkling, showing that the smile is pure. His 5’8 body dressed in the usual outfit. Blue jeans ripped at the bottom around his black DC sneakers. A black zip up sweatshirt with camo print on the inside, a sweatshirt I borrowed and once felt safe in, with a black green day t-shirt on under it. I sit next to him and lean my head on his shoulder. The scent of axe dark temptation filling my nostrils. A smell I loved.
Heather LanchesterPublished 4 years ago in VivaWhy my 6th me too anniversary is so hard
These are all guesses, I have no clue why this is so hard for me this year. I know this year is different but it's different for a lot of reasons. I will tell you all the reasons I think this year is hard on me and why I feel this way.
Lena BaileyPublished 4 years ago in VivaAlea Thomas
Hey it's Alea Thomas you may be hearing this because I'm gone by now and wondering why well my life may be amazing from your eyes but that's speaking from the outside. Let me bring you inside so you can understand why I'm gone. You may say I'm a coward but how can you say if you never been in my shoes but if you have then you know why and how I got to where I am but first a little about myself.
Royal JewelsPublished 4 years ago in Vivaits not over quite yet…
“It’s over.” Where to even begin…. Should i start with how i currently feel or the way i feel now, because my past? I am probably the most corrupt individual with the biggest heart for the ones around me.. I have never written one of these but i plan on making this the most personal thing i have come to know.
Alexis DaniellePublished 4 years ago in VivaDon't Let Your Assault Destroy Your Soul, Learn from It And Grow
On February 18th, 2020, I turned 32 years old. I love being in my thirties and feel like this is the decade where I will thrive as a young woman.
It's Okay, Me Too
There’s so much fear and shame surrounding sexual assault or abuse. Many victims would prefer keeping quiet to avoid being judged or dealing with the backlash from others. Today’s society has turned its back on those who have experienced sexual abuse, simply choosing to blame the victim rather than taking a good look at the monsters that commit the crime. Being a victim of sexual abuse often leads to other mental health illnesses, such as depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder, eating disorders, and possibly suicide. Speaking out on a public platform about my experience isn’t easy, but I think it’s about time it happens.
Ashley Beatty-PernettiPublished 4 years ago in Viva