A little tape and a little glue-she’s still good, she’s still good!

In 2012 my world was split open and turned inside out. I was working and a customer became enraged when I had to apply the company policy and add an extra charge to his account for late check out time. He stormed out of the building with a key to the room still in his hands...I gave chase asking for the key to be returned. He rounded on me and shouted that I was a "Fucking bitch" and pulled back his arm to punch me...thankfully he did not...however in that moment a carefully built wall crumbled a tiny bit and the flood began...within a month I had been laid off and I quit another retail job due to being overwhelmed with my first flashback. I have since been diagnosed with PTSD. I don't know my full story. Only snippets. Little shards of memory that slice and cut, showing me wounds that I didn't realize I had. When I was around 6 or 7, my parents had purchased a chicken coop and cleaned it up (though the smell remained not matter… Read more  »

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I went away to a summer job and internship at a national park two years ago. I was engaged to my now husband, and it was the longest we had been separate. We would be away for 6 months. I went knowing nobody there, and never had reception For phone calls, and the mail was… Read more

I Don’t Really Know

I don’t know if I have a right or a reason to feel the way I do. I don’t know if it was rape at all. I had just gotten home from three weeks of music camp and my grandparents brought my family out for breakfast. I kept talking about my boyfriend and they said… Read more

I Didn’t Know How to Say No

I’ve always had an issue with opening up about how I’m feeling and what I want. It’s because sports taught me not to show emotion and so I developed this habit of closing out how I felt. Because of this, it’s very difficult for me to verbally tell somebody I don’t like what they’re doing,… Read more

It was my boyfriend.

Truth be told, I don’t know what to call it…rape, sexual assault…But here’s my story, in black and white. I was hanging out with my boyfriend, who I hadn’t yet come to see as abusive, despite his very best efforts. We’d already had sex four times that day, and I have a hard time after… Read more

was it rape?….it sure felt like it

My story may be quite different from a lot of other people here. I was sexually abused by my ex-boyfriend, Gabe. When we first started going out, he was too good to be true. He treated me like a lady, always called me beautiful, and always had the right thing to say. However, he started… Read more

Rape at my friend’s house

My story has two parts. I believe I have been the victim of sexual assault by two different men. I am in my early 20’s and I am a victim of rape. I am not sure what I should be feeling as I am not sure if I was “raped” in the traditional sense of… Read more

April 25

It happened to me a couple years ago when I was just 16. By a guy who said he liked me and wanted me to be his girlfriend. He got be extremely drunk and then put his hands on me. Even though I told him I didn’t want to have sex he kept on trying… Read more

Enough is enough

Hi. I’m 16 years old. Last June, I was 15 and started dating this guy that was 16 at the time. The first few days were great but then things got out of hand. He’d get mad if I didn’t go to see him everyday so I did my best to see him. I would… Read more

Now he’s dead

When I was 11 years old, I met my older step sisters’ boyfriend for the first time – he was 13, and horribly, we ended up dating. I’ll spare you the disgusting details. We dated for 7 years. The thing is, the whole time we were dating, he was awful. Abusive. The first time we… Read more