1988, in walked Eric; he was another foster kid that had come to live with us. He was cute, charming, strong and likable. He was 17 and I was 14. He was really good looking, dark curly hair, great smile and light cocoa colored skin. He was Puerto Rican and hot to trot; no one pays attention to me but he did. From the first night he arrived, he walked by me and groped my young breasts. This time around, I am much older and I can speak up. I found the courage to tell my mother what he did on the first night that he had arrived. He got scolded by his caseworker and promised to leave me alone. Yeah ok! He behaved for a minute, but continued on and it felt like Tuan had returned. I never mentioned to anyone anything more about it because I’ve told them and nothing was done about it; so I shut my mouth once again. Nightly, I had to deal with Eric coming out of the shadows of that damned long hallway… Read more  »

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It was March of 1981, just about two months after my 7th birthday. I love cartoons, I love my Barbie dolls and I am happy to sing you a song. I love to dance a little jig with my daddy, I can imitate Woody the Woodpecker and Alvin & the Chipmunks to a “T”. I… Read more »


I was at a graduation party when it all started I was only 13 years old when I met this guy and he was 22 years old. At the time it was my friends boyfriend. We talked and added each other on myspace and then he messaged me and I had given him my yahoo… Read more »


There was this guy I had met through a friend of mine and she said Noah was a great guy. He was newly divorced, cute, a Christian and that I would really like him. Noah and I had talked over the phone a little and then we decided to meet; usually we went to places… Read more »

Terms and Conditions

I recently performed a spoken word piece at the June 13th Speak Up event. As good as sharing m y story through art felt, I decided that I needed to tell my story a little more in depth and not hidden behind poetic words. My senior year of high school I began applying for colleges… Read more »

I don’t even know where to start…

Sometimes even still today, I question if it was abuse. I think that I KNOW that it was, but have a hard time saying it. Like the title says, I’m not even sure where to start here… so bear with me… A little background I guess helps. My parents divorced when I was almost 4…. Read more »

I don’t know what to title my story.

I’m sure most people are aware of the Duggar stuff going in the news right now. Well this has been bringing up a lot of painful memories for me. I’ve only told 2 people about my molestation, my wife and our former pastor, although they don’t know any specific details. This is difficult for me…. Read more »

Things I don’t talk about.

So… I wasn’t sure if I was going to post my own story. Nothing freaks me out more, no matter how many times I tell it. However, I know the importance in story telling… so why not? Put bluntly, I don’t talk about grades 3-9. Not because any sort of trauma happened during that time,… Read more »

My Story

I am going to introduce myself, my name is Marcia. I would prefer to go by Marcy. I am 35 years old. I have two children, a handsome little boy, age 3, and his name is Leland. I have a beautiful little girl, age 1, and her name is Sara. These two little people are… Read more »

I remember what you did to me

The first memory I have is around four or five. My mother and grandmother were out grocery shopping so I was alone with my father. I remember him touching me. I remember him pulling out his penis and telling me to kiss it. I remember him ejaculating and telling me that I made lotion come… Read more »