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

HI, my name is elizabeth workman, and i am a victim of both sexual abuse, and rape. My story is very similar to a lot of yours, and I have learned to better myself over the years through the hell that i have had to go through. My story starts when I was 7. A family friend came over like he always did, but this night was diffrent, this was the night he took my childhood from me.

We were wrestling, which was not unusual seeing as how i was a tom-boy. He slammed me on the bed, and pretended he needed to rest. He climbed in the bed with me, and lay next to me. At first I did not think anything. But then he started fondling my crotch. I tryed to get up but he would not let me. I closed my eyes, and pretended to be somewhere else. He then took my hand, and placed it inside his pants, and tryed to make me fondle him. I kept my hand in a tight fist. As he did this his hand sliped down the front of my pants.

I was so scared I could not move. My little 3 year old brother was right there in the room, but he was oblivious to anything that was going on. I did not make a sound for that reason. After what seemed like an eternity, he got up, let me up, and he went downstairs. I heard him leave.

I got up, and went to the restroom, and looked at my panties, they were covered in blood. I showed my mom, and when she asked what was going on, I told her, "Scotty did it!"

My dad immediatley went after him. My mom and my uncle took me to the hospital. That was so humiliating for me, as a 7 year old child, I had no idea what was happening. I felt so nasty, ugly, and like I had done something wrong.

We went to court, and all he got was probation. He was 16 at the time, and I was 7.

A few months later, my dads dad was watching us while my parents went out. I was sitting on his lap. He fondled me in a way that no adult should ever touch a 7 year old child, much less your grandchild! He then placed his fingers to his lips, and said, "Shhhhhhhh!"

I dont know why but that really scared me. So I kept that one a sceret until I ran away when I was 14. That day I told everyone. I never spoke to him from the day he did that until the day he died in 1995. It took me that long to deal with it. I learned to forgive him, but I will never forget.

Soon after all those incidents, when I was 10, we moved to a little trailer park in Davie Co. It only had like maybe 10 trailers, and was so nasty we only lived there 10 days. One of those 10 days would completely turn my life around.

I went to this womans trailer who lived in fron of us. She offered me some tea. I accepted. As I drank it she and I were talking. She told me she wanted to show me something in her room. We went down the hallway, and thats the last thing I remembered.

The next thing I knew I was at home in the shower, and all I wanted to do was stay there. My mom thought it was strange, but she did not question me.

When we moved out of that trailer park, we moved to an apartment in king. I started noticing some yucky stuff on my panties, and my mom did to. She took me to the doctor. They told my mom I had Gonorea. They asked me what had happened. I kept telling them nothing. I did not think anything had happened, Because I could not remember. I was treated, and it went away.

Then when I was 17, my parents and I went to one of thier friends houses. He was playing with me, and put a rag over my face. It was only for like 6 seconds. In those 6 seconds, I remembered a lifetime of hurt and anguish.

I remembered being led into the womans bed room, and she shut the door. A guy stepped out from behind it, she threw me on the bed, and held me down while he raped me. I did not know who he was, but I knew the woman well.

I went to the police but because it had been so many years and there was no evidence they could not do anything. I filed a report so it would be on record, and went home.

A few years later, my parents had moved, and they had gotten a new neighbor. She was the same woman who had held me down and helped that guy rape me. When I found this out, I lost it. I was on my way to take my sister to work one day from my mom and dads house, and I saw that woman walking on the road. I tryed to run her over with my car, but she was to close to the ditch, and I swerved back onto the road. I still cant believe I did that, but thats what happens when you let a rape run your life.

I went through counseling from the time I was molested at 7 until I remembered the rape when I was 17. I have learned to live with it, and talk about it without there bieng anger and a feeling of shame. I know it was not my fault, and that they are just sick, and cruel people. Today I am a better person because of what I have gone through. I am not saying I am happy with it, I am just saying that who knows, I may not be the person that I am today without those horrible things I have gone through.

I am currently have a wonderful fiance, and I am pregnant with child number 3. I have a 5 year old girl, and a 3 year old girl. They are my world. I try to keep them safe everyday, and I keep one eye on them at all times. I do not want these horrible things to happen to them.

This is my story, and i hope it helps some of you who are going through the same things.

Elizabeth Workman
aol: softtailman2001
yahoo: lizzy440

Hi I would like to share my story of sexual abuse and rape with you in hopes to help a lot of people with the rape or sexual abuse. I would like to share a little background with you first before I start. My name is Terri and I am now 18 years old.

My story starts back when I was about 3 years old. My mom met this man and she after awhile she married him after finding out that she was pergant with my younger brother. As I grew up I got to know this man as my dad he was the only man I knew as my dad. Well when I was in the 1st grade my life was torn apart by this man. Now at that i time I didn't understand what was going on but it was a few years later I did. well like I was saying I was in the 1st grade when I learned that my stepdad had been touching me in places he never should have. I had to go to the hospital and get what seemed a million test done and me and my 2 brothers were taken to a home we had never knew (a foster home) but that would be our home for the next 11 months and the man who did this nasty thing to my older brother and me would sit the next 10-15 years in prison. While in the foster home I met the man who I would come to find out was my dad. At the age of 12 just four years after I met him my very loving father passed away and with everything that had happen so far in my life this just set me into a deep deep depression stage in my life I then turned to guys to get love that I thought no one else could give me.

Well about 6 months later I was raped by a boy who I had known for several years and the following Monday when we went back to school he told everyone that he had got me in bed and was willing to have sex with him. How this came to my attention was 2 girls who said they were my friends came to me and said they had heard that I had selpt with this guy, well this guy was around 250 pounds, I stayed calm and said I don't know what you heard but it's not ture and withthat I went to the counselor and told him what was going on. He then called this kid into his office and talked to him. well that night I told my mom, not wanting to cause she would blame me,but I did and sure enough it was my fault cause he said I was willing and I wanted to sleep with him. he never got charged it never even went to court because he siad I was willing and everyone belived him instead of me. So with all this going on in my life I went into being depressed and I quit eatting and came home from school and I would sleep all day. i would send the next 5 years in school with thisguy and i would have to see him becaus ehe was a family frined and the thing that really upset me with him was after doing this he tought I wanted to be with him and he "fell" in love with me. I tried everthing I could to stay away from him and today this guy has to be on a list of sex affenders. Not for me but another person.

Their is a good ending to this story and that is now that I am 18 have put this behind me althought it haunts me everyday,a nd I have a very loving boyfriend who knows about my past and he stands by me in everything I do and he loves me no matter what. I have been with him a year and he would never force me to do anything I don't want to do. We are now talking about getting married and spending our lives together. Thank you for reading my story an dI want you to know there is people out there who care and won't take control of your body.

im: terri mishler (msn messenger)

My story begins while I was in the US Air Force. On August 25, 2000; I was 19 at the time; I had just graduated from an 8 week training course in the hospital I was working at. It was a Friday and of course many of the people I trained with were out celebrating. I decided to stay on the base and just hang out there, I was going home on leave for the first time in 8 months and was really looking forward to it.

I happened to run into a girl I knew, and she invited me to hang out with her and 2 guys she knew. One guy was her boyfriend, one just someone they knew. The guy they just knew, we all went back to his dorm room and he started to pour drinks. At this point, I didn't drink, but after a lot of persuasion, I took that first drink. Eventually, I remember clothes coming off. I had only had 3 drinks, and I was then drunk. I only remember bits and pieces of that night. This is what I can recall- the strange guy wasraping me while I was on my back then he was raping me again in a sofa chair. Then, my clothes were on again and I was outside on my knees in the grass, not knowing how I got down any of the stairs. Next, I was in my own dorm room, in another building.

The following morning, I was quite hung over and I was on my way to the airport to fly home on leave. I was afraid to say anything because I just wanted to get out of there and go home for 2 weeks. While at home, my mother could tell that something was wrong, but she didn't say anything. When I went back to work, I had a hard time dealing with it, so I started to party a lot. It would take my mind off all the bad things. Eventually, a good friend of mine approached me out of the blue, she said she needed to talk to me about something. She had gone to a party, and got very drunk. It turns out the same guy that walked her home is the guy that raped me. What happened is this, she woke up the next morning aside her vomit on the bed, her shirt pulled above her breasts, and naked from the waist down. He had raped her too. When I told her what happened to me, we decided we needed to come forward then. We did, but OSI, the military FBI, found him not guilty through their investigation on lack of physical evidence. Then, I was threatened with course of action for defamation of his name and my first sergeant told me to "let it go". I was no longer allowed to say that he had raped me. So, my friend and I were let down by our superiors. I am now 21, and I have a fiancee and a beautiful 4 month old daughter. I am happy with my life, but I will never "let it go". My fiancee tries his best to be sensitive of my needs, although he realizes that he cannot understand how I feel inside or what it is like to have gone through what I have. Thank you for reading my story.


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.

Quotations | Message Board | Articles | [ Home | My Story | Survivor Stories | Resources | Safety Tips | The Wall | Distractions | Poetry | Guilt and Shame | Relationships | The Aftermath | Anger | Statistics | Tori Amos | Search Engine | Banner Exchange | Link Banners | Webrings | Guestbook | Email ]