My story…

My first memory is of me packing my belongings while sipping chocolate milk that was spoiled out of a bottle. I can taste it just thinking about it. I remember how hungry I was and how that hunger made me overlook what others would be repulsed by. I don't remember the circumstance, but I remember the emotion I felt. Fear. Something was happening in my life and I knew that my stability was once again in jeopardy. I think I was 2. So here I am, a toddler, doing what I could to preserve what I was familiar with. Shoving all the things that made me feel safe in this world into a black garbage bag and knowing that everything else would be lost. Did I mention that I was 2? At 2 years old I already felt the need to survive. A sad thing, certainly not a set of pocket aces, but I had no control over that. Shortly after this move, my memories are pretty vivid from there on out. My biological parents weren't monsters really. They just… Read more  »

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My Fault

I can’t admit to anyone that what happened to me was sexual assault, and I feel like I’m to blame for all of this, but here’s my story: About a year and a half ago I was babysitting for my brother at his house. He had gone out with some friends who were all still… Read more »

I am not my past.

He told me he had done it to our neighbor before she moved to Texas. I will never know if it was true, but that started it all. We we in the upstairs bathroom when we took our pants off and he made me sit with my legs open so that he could see me…. Read more »

Survival in Three Short Chapters

Hi All, I am a proud AVFTI volunteer and have posted here before. This past weekend, I felt inspired to write a poem (something I never do), but it is, I believe, what my heart has been longing to say for 25 long years. I wanted to share it somehow and figured the loving and… Read more »

part 2. . . .

I have a little more time to write. It felt almost like a therapeutic experience last time I wrote here so I figured I should try telling the rest of the stories… after I told my mom I was raped at 7 (though at the time I called it sex I didn’t know what raped… Read more »

It’s time to tell it.

When I was 25 ish, my husband and I were co-pastors of a little church. We were there for a couple of years, and while I was okay with it for the most part, there were things that disturbed me. The pastor had a habit of being really mean spirited when he talked about people… Read more »

part one

I was 7 he was 16 about to turn 17 i think. He is my brothers Godmothers son and mom let him watch me for a couple hours his name is keith . mom and I were always at his house all summer he had a pool and it was fun. Well the moment my… Read more »

Family Betrayal

Where to even begin. When I was around 9 years old, (not quite sure of how old I was because I repressed the memory for years) I was sexually abused by my older brother. Thank god it only happened to me once, as I know many sexual abuse victims are not so lucky. He also… Read more »


_Whats your price?_ “this is for men” Its friday night time with the boys, whats your drink? Whats your delight? Hittin the clubs? Hittin the pubs? Packin a joint with your favorite drugs? Goin to watch the strippers? Goin to hump the honeys? Jack off to your favorite girl cause you think its funny? You… Read more »

I still blame myself everyday

Its been almost a year. I’m so ashamed of myself. The one person who knows about it, besides the doctors and therapist, reminds me constantly that I was taken advantage of, someone targeted me, and that person is to blame, not me. I want to believe thats true. I tell myself it wasn’t my fault… Read more »

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