“Where are you?”, this is the kind of a conversation i have with myself every morning , my mornings have become so tough, this is what happens after 5 years of running a community based organisation that supports survivors of sexual...
Stories
I’m sorry if my English is bad. My name is Marie, I am 15 years old, and I live in an orphanage. Not because I don’t have parents, but because then can’t take good care of me. I’m still in contact with my mother, but I...
My papa passed away in 1987. I was 19 years old. I remember being a little girl of about five years and innocently asking him how he found out I was born. He replied “a little bird told me”. I never forgot that and always paid special...
🤔 I hope sharing my story is truly anonymous? I’m an adult male in my 40’s. I was sexually abused at the age of 6 or 7…. Maybe 5? I just know that five was the earliest and by eight it had stopped. Scratch that… beginning at 4 years...
“A Simple Gesture of Respect” A while ago, I had an experience that left me reflecting on kindness, respect, and how we express gratitude. I was sitting in a Pizza Hut, eating alone, when I noticed a group of soldiers at the far end...
Growing up, I lived with my grandparents. I couldn’t tell them anything. I’d always feel like they would judge me. My brother was the only one that would be there for me, who would help me get my mind off of things, we would play...
For a long time I never really knew how bad my life truly was. Yet, I am still very thankful for the experience of life. When I was a child I was sold off and abused by my parents. When I grew up I joined the Navy and fell in love. Eventually I...
I grew up knowing i would be dead before 18. I grew up in a house full of hatred. I grew up in an adoptive home where I felt worthless unloved and like a complete burden. I grew up thinking my parents loved the drugs and the streets more than...
Trigger warning: Before reading this post, please be aware that it contains descriptions of childhood rape and other forms of sexual assault. When I was 12, I was raped by 3 boys in year 12. I was 11 at the time and just started year 7. No one...
Rising from the shadows and journey of strength In March’s light, the snow did fade, A girl’s story, in shadows laid. Born on an isle where the waters gleam, Raised by kin, she chased a dream. Her days were marked by trials deep, A...