My Story | Survivor Stories | Male Survivors | Resources
Safety Tips | Speaking Out | Triggering Media | The Wall
Distractions | Poetry | Guilt and Shame | Anger | Statistics
Physical Aftermath | Emotional Aftermath | Tori Amos
Relationships | Quotations | PTSD | Medications | FAQ
Books | RAINN | Articles | Message Board | Chat Room
Search Engine | Banner Exchange | Link Banners
Guestbook | Email



Survivor Stories

I was fifteen when it happened to me I was at a party in a friends house. We were all really drunk and high and by the time the night was over I had been raped and stabbed three times.

I wasn't old enough to drive yet and so I just buried myself in a bottle of whiskey and five fully loaded syringes of heroin and passed out in the corner of the house. The guy who raped me told me that if told anyone about what happened that I would be dead before I hit the floor. For the longest time I wished he would have killed me. The god I was raised to believe in had deserted me and walked away or at least that was how I felt at the time.

It was a year to the day before I told my parents what had happened and that was the hardest part about it because I had to admit it to myself. The road of recovery is a long one and I don't think it will ever truly end for me. But it has been nearly eight years now and even though it was violent and terrifying it did make me stop doing drugs and drinking.

The guy who raped me got away because I choose not to press charges. That was a decision that I had to make. But the other day while reading the local paper I came across an article and a picture of a man taken into custody on a murder confession. It was him. He is now in prison awaiting trail for that crime and I have no doubt that he will get what he deserves.

Oh and after a while I realized that God had not forsaken me the fact that I'm alive today proves to me that he was there all along. Hold your heads high and Take care of yourselves its not easy but give it time and remember that it can be over come if you want to....

LOVE, a victim turned survivor!

R.J.P.


Wow....this happened so long ago but I think about it every day.....sometimes I go through bouts of depression triggered by the mention of this guy's name... (he was a popular classmate), or if I see someone that resembles him, or if I get rejected in any form or fashion..... I am getting stronger and can say the word "rape" now and tell others that I am a survivor...

Anyway this happened at the end of my freshman year in high school... I went over to my girlfriend's house to sit on her stoop....a bunch of neighborhood kids were out that day, hanging out....."D" came out and sat next to me on the stoop.....we spoke... I always thought that this guy was so cute... he was the shy, quiet type and he had the girls FIGHTING over him left and right...so he was off-limits to me anyway....plus he had a girlfriend....

Anyway....we were all just hanging on the stoop and then he went down the street to his house to bring out his dirt bike... He came back down to where my girlfriend and I were sitting and then I asked him for a ride...He told me to get on and I did.... Once we left the area we drove towards a park and I mentioned to him that I liked him and thought that he was cute....Which by the way is NORMAL conversation for a teenage girl.....and then he asked me if I wanted to "cut" through the park. To this I agreed...

Then he asked if I wanted to drive the dirt bike...he would show me... I agreed... I could not balance the bike so he then drove again.... Then we went deeper into the park....It had JUST gotten dark and then he pulled over.... Just THAT quick he turned into an octopus and was all over me....I pushed him away and he kept coming at me.... Then this is where it turned into the twilight zone....This GROWN man was riding his bike through the park...SAW what was happening between the two of us....then OFFERED to help! To hold me down... Then "D" ran him off... I started to hyperventilate and begged him to take me home... I was horrified and afraid to try to run off since this other man was OUT there somewhere.... "D" did not listen to me....kept begging me to just kiss him back and to let him "break" me in... I fought this kid back, he then threw me down and raped me....and took my virginity....He then apologized profusely....and blamed it on the alcohol.....then took me home.....

It took me years to admit what happened...to get over the guilt of accepting the ride...the shame of the rape..... I never reported him.....we stopped speaking to each other at school and in the neighborhood.... Well....I thought that it would never happen...but I am finding peace and learning to love myself in spite of this incident....

Vanity67


Click here to read Lisa's Story, a work in progress.


Hey, Iím kinda unsure with sharing my story, its kinda recent, what happened to me. I guess Iíll start form the beginning.

About a year ago my family went on vacation. I was 14 yrs old. We had rented a condo and pretty much did our own thing for the week or so that we were down there. Anyway, the condo was located right near a beach, so thatís where I spent most of my time. One afternoon a guy approached me, it was my 24yr old cousin. "Coincidentally" he was visiting the same area. Let me tell you, my cousin is a total nut job. He has been arrested for sexual harassment before, one girl has a restraining order on him. But still heís my cousin and I trusted him. He said that he wanted to take me out to a movie. I agreed, and he told me that heíd pick me up around 11 that night.

I knew that my parents would be against me going anywhere with him, so that night I snuck out of the house. He picked me up in an old van, and then drove me to a drive-in movie theater. We got there and started to enjoy the movie. I began to realize that something wasnít right when he started making inappropriate comments on how I was dressed, and the way I looked. Then he asked me to get into the back of the van. I said no but he wasnít about to take that as an answer. He dragged me into the back and had sex with me. At first I struggled and screamed, but he threatened me and my family so I quickly hushed up. I lay there crying while he forced himself upon me. I waited in hope that someone would have heard my screams and come rescue me like in the movies, but unfortunately for me no one came.

When he was done, he calmly dressed himself and got back into the drivers seat, leaving me naked, scared and crying in the back. He started driving again. He started to say how it was my own fault, that I had provoked him, and that no one would even believe me anyway, and even if they did they would think I was a slut. Then he dropped me off down the block from my condo. I was still in tears and I was in horrible pain, both emotionally and physically, I couldnít bare to go home yet. I was so scared and ashamed. I walked down to the beach that was near us and sat and cried for hours until the sun came up. Then I returned to the condo and crept into bed.

When my mother came to wake me up I faked sick and stayed in bed the whole day. I continued this until we returned home a few days later. We had only been home a few days when the doorbell rang and he showed up at our door. I was home alone at the time. He said he felt bad for how he had previously treated me, and wanted to make sure I was ok. He brought me down to a private Dr. to get tested to see if I was pregnant or if I had gotten a disease from him. Heís HIV positive. Lucky for me I was neither pregnant or sick.

Well the months went by, I hadnít seen nor heard from him. I had kept our secret, and it was starting to eat me up. I didnít show it much though. The only time my friends and family had suspected anything was wrong was when they saw the bruises that covered my body. After that the subject was never brought up.

Now its a year later, I have only told two people, my counselor and my best friend. I still donít talk much about it, and it makes me feel uncomfortable whenever the subject comes up. But I think that it was a good step for me to tell someone what happened. It was a great relief for me to finally be able to talk to someone about it.

Anne

instant messenger: whrose10

Tell your story.


[Page 1 | Page 2 | Page 3 | Page 4 | Page 5 | Page 6 | Page 7 | Page 8 | Page 9 | Page 10 | Page 11 | Page 12 | Page 13 | Page 14 | Page 15 | Page 16 | Page 17 | Page 18 | Page 19 | Page 20 | Page 21 | Page 22 | Page 23 | Page 24 | Page 25 | Page 26 | Page 27 | Page 28 | Page 29 | Page 30 | Page 31 | Page 32 | Page 33 | Page 34 | Page 35 | Page 36 | Page 37 | Page 38 | Page 39 | Page 40 | Page 41 | Page 42 | Page 43 | Page 44 | Page 45 | Page 46 | Page 47 | Page 48 | Page 49 | Page 50 | Page 51 | Page 52 | Page 53 | Page 54 | Page 55 | Page 56 | Page 57 | Page 58 | Page 59 | Page 60 | Page 61 | Page 62 | Page 63 | Page 64 | Page 65 | Page 66 | Page 67 | Page 68 | Page 69 | Page 70 | Page 71 | Page 72 | Page 73 | Page 74 | Page 75 | Page 76 | Page 77 | Page 78 | Page 79 | Page 80 | Page 81 | Page 82 | Page 83 | Page 84 | Page 85 | Page 86 | Page 87 | Page 88 | Page 89 | Page 90 | Page 91 | Page 92 | Page 93 | Page 94 | Page 95 | Page 96 | Page 97 | Page 98 | Page 99 | Page 100 | Page 101 | Page 102 | Page 103 | Page 104 | Page 105 | Page 106 | Page 107 | Page 108 | Page 109 | Page 110 | Page 111 | Page 112 | Page 113 | Page 114 | Page 115 | Page 116 | Page 117 | Page 118 | Page 119 | Page 120 | Page 121 | Page 122 | Page 123 | Page 124 | Page 125 | Page 126 | Page 127 | Page 128 | Page 129 | Page 130 | Page 131 | Page 132 | Page 133 | Page 134 | Page 135 | Page 136 | Page 137 | Page 138 | Page 139 | Page 140 | Page 141 | Page 142 | Page 143 | Page 144 | Page 145 | Page 146 | Page 147 | Page 148 | Page 149 | Page 150 | Page 151 | Page 152 | Page 153 | Page 154 | Page 155 | Page 156 | Page 157 | Page 158 | Page 159 | Page 160 | Page 161 | Page 162 | Page 163 | Page 164 | Page 165 | Page 166 | Page 167 | Page 168 | Page 169 | Page 170 | Page 171 | Page 172 | Page 173 | Page 174 | Page 175 | Page 176 | Page 177 | Page 178 | Page 179 | Page 180 | Page 181 | Page 182 | Page 183 | Page 184 | Page 185 | Page 186 | Page 187]


To view the next page of stories click the image
below or use the links above to select a page.