I was dating a woman 23 years my senior. I was into her and she was into me. Despite the age gap it just felt like we meshed together well. She was really kinky and I enjoyed that. I did pretty much everything she wanted to do up until she asked if she could drug me to have sex with me whilst I was unconscious. I said no to that and she continued to ask for it for months.

We went to a friends party and they were all older than me, but they didn't mention it at the time. Everyone was having a nice time and I didn't think I would be drugged there. I had my drink spiked by my girlfriend and remember being dragged to a bedroom by multiple people. I remember hearing multiple men talking, but not recognizing their voices.

I woke up feeling really rough next to my girlfriend. My anus was really sore and bleeding. My whole body was aching and it felt like I had been beaten whilst I was asleep. She didn't mention anything at the time and just said that I couldn't hold my drink. Which was a blatant lie.

I ended up confronting her about it after clearing my head and she admitted she drugged me to have sex with me. She made out like I was being selfish because she had done so much for me and I wouldn't return the "favor". I brought up how there was men with her and she got really defensive and called me a liar. She then said they just helped carry me to the room, but wouldn't say who they were. She wouldn't talk to me about it anymore after that without screaming at me so i broke up with her.

I had an opportunity to clear my head and analyze the situation. It was in this time I realized it wasn't just her. I think that she also let other men have sex with me whilst I was unconscious. I had bruises around my whole body. My anus was bleeding and she said it was because of her fingers, but I don't believe it. I think I was raped by her and multiple other men that night. When I text her about it she blocked my number.

I feel very alone. I haven't stepped outside in 2 weeks. I feel like I can never face the world again.

I was born into a family that didn't know what love was. My parents were cold and didn't mingle with many people. They kept their lives very private. I was born into an environment where I was very isolated. I was never allowed to go outside or even have friends.

My only view of the outside world would be a TV. I would watch nature documentaries. I used to be fascinated by animals and wanted to be a zoo keeper growing up. My parents stamped on my dreams though. "You'll never be anything" I remember my mother saying to me. My dad would also beat me regularly. He'd always have a reason, but looking back they were never good enough for the level of violence he used against me.

My uncle would visit my dad a lot. My parents would let him hurt and rape me. I would scream for help and think they couldn't hear me. Later on as I got older and wiser I realized I was screaming in a silent house. They knew what was happening and just chose to ignore it.

I grew up very angry and untrusting of people. I got sent to school and was very flinchy. I would flinch when teachers moved their arms near me. I remember one asking if things were ok at home and I lied out of fear. My dad had told me to never tell anyone what happens at home because it was private family business. He also said that police would take me away and I'd never see my family again. This terrified me even though my family treated me awfully.

High school was tough. I was failing my GCSE's because I couldn't revise at home. I was still getting abused by my uncle and I hated him. That hatred for him flowed into hatred for my family. Whenever I brought up what happened to my mother she'd slap me. If I brought up what happened to my dad he'd beat me. I talked to someone online and he encouraged me to fight back when my uncle tried to abuse me. I did fight back. I took his advice and punched him. I was like 15, but my punch was enough to cause him to fall backwards. He called for help and then my parents came in and my dad beat me senseless. My uncle raped me when I was too beat up to defend myself.

I lay in bed thinking about the future and I knew I didn't want to live there anymore. It was like 2am. I couldn't leave my room due to there being locks on the door. My father always locked me in and only let me out in the morning. I emptied my school bag onto the floor and filled it with anything I could think would be useful and then I opened my window. I remember feeling so scared encase my parents heard the window open, but they didn't wake up. I jumped out of the window and had major needle stingy pains in my ankles, but apart from that I was OK. I then walked down the street and didn't look back.

I lived my life homeless for quite a while. I would drink dirty water, beg for money and sneak into the back of supermarkets to steal food from the bins. A lot of bad stuff happened to me whilst I was homeless. The first thing to happen was I got mugged and they stole my trainers and bag. That happened about 2 weeks into living on the street. Being homeless was scary. I got attacked a lot. People would beat you up for your money. People would steal your possessions. One person stabbed me with a heroine needle for no reason.

I slowly migrated away from the city and into less urban areas. Places where it's safer, but also darker. I would sleep in a bush that was near to a school field. I had a fence to my back and was sheltered from view and the elements by the bush. I would lie there amongst filth, dead leaves and trash. It was the safest I ever felt whilst homeless. Nobody ever bothered me there.

Sometimes I would migrate into the city to visit supermarkets to get free food from the bins. It was there I was approached by a man who claimed to help the homeless. He seemed genuine and said he wanted to help me. He offered me a sofa to sleep on, said he could wash my clothes and use his shower to get clean. I smelt terrible because I hadn't washed in months. I stupidly got into his car and he took me to his home. He fed me, let me shower and washed my clothes. I was very grateful, but he insisted I stayed the night. I remember trying to turn him down, but he was very persistent. He let me sleep in his guest bedroom. I slept there, but was woken up by him molesting me. I pushed his hands away and pulled my clothes up. I ran and he said he'd call the police and say I tried to rob him if I didn't stay. I just ran back to the bush I was living in and nothing happened.

I was struggling a lot mentally because I spoke to so little people. It didn't help that I was so filthy all the time, but I had nowhere to bathe. When I was begging in the street often the only people who would approach me to talk were police officers, but they were only there to tell me to stop begging. Someone who lived in the house closest to the bush I was living in eventually also found out I was living there and called the police on me. I was basically evicted from my only safe place. They told me to go to a hostel, but they were horrible places to be. Everyone there had no respect for you and would steal your stuff to sell for drug money.

The supermarket I used to visit started putting locks on the bins to stop people going into them. When the pandemic began I could no longer beg because nobody was around to give me money. Police would harass me to go home, when I didn't have a home to go to. They'd threaten fines and tell me to wear a mask, when I couldn't even buy them from stores because they were sold out and I couldn't go into them without a mask to begin with. My interactions with the police were very negative. They're there to protect and serve, but all I felt they did was discriminate against me for being homeless.

I was struggling so much for food I would dig in the dirt and eat earthworms. One woman saw me doing it and offered me food if I stopped. She was a vegetarian and felt sorry for the worms so bought me food instead. She asked me about my story and I told her. I remember her crying and asking me if there was anyone she could contact for me. There wasn't and she asked if I wanted to sleep on her sofa and have a shower. I had been offered this before in the past and it ended very badly, but this time I felt safer because she was a girl. I took her offer.

It turned out she was very lonely and hurting. Similar to me, but not the same. She works as a counselor, which pretty much explains why she was so kind to me. Believe it or not we have a lot in common although there is a bit of an age gap. When I'm in her company it feels like my pain melts away. I feel safer with her than I'd ever felt with my own family. She helped me when I had nothing and still loves me even though I'm worthless. She buys me things, cooks, lets me live rent free. She never asks me for anything other than my company. Sometimes she'll feel very low and I'll make it my mission to uplift her. I guess that's my purpose.

I know that many people have been hurt on this subreddit by women in the past. I hope you don't give up on love or believe that there are no good people in this world. I used to think that every person was bad, but from the moment I met this girl I realized that good people do exist. I never thought I'd be happy. I never thought somebody would save me. My life felt like it had spiraled out of control and would never go back to normality. This is the closest to normal it's ever been.

I told him about what happened to me, that I was molested and raped since I was 3 year old. He expressed his sympathy and was really supportive. But then he asked me whether my aunt knows. I was confused with that question, because what my aunt has to do with anything? I told him no and then he said that unfortunately he needs to tell her, if I don't do it first. I told him that it's not his story to tell and that I'm not ready to tell my relatives about what happened. And then he finally said it.

'I'm really sorry, but I have to tell her. You visit them a lot and they have little kids.'

And it finally hit me. He thinks that I might be a pedophile because it happened to me. I cannot describe how disgusted and defeated I felt. I told him I'm going to tell my aunt myself and now I cannot stop thinking about it.

Seeing people wear gloves and masks makes me feel horrible. It's a horrific feeling that brings back a lot of memories from a time where I was vulnerable and being abused. I was used in a lot of medical fetish films as a child and cannot stand seeing medical gear.

When corona virus started to spread and everyone began wearing masks I felt physically ill. I was in the supermarket and everyone was wearing masks and gloves around me. I couldn't stand it. I had to leave and was so shaken I had to get a friend to pick me up because I was in no state to drive.

I stopped paying rent because I could no longer afford. I moved back in with my parents. I feel trapped and like I cannot leave my home without flashbacks and being constantly reminded of my trauma. I cannot even watch TV without constantly being reminded we're in a pandemic. Many TV adverts have adopted masks and the news is a constant "YOU BETTER PANIC BECAUSE OF THIS VIRUS" stream. I find myself on the internet and even on reddit I constantly see posts like: "wear a mask or you deserve the death penalty". Fair enough it's probably not that extreme, but the level some people go to broadcast it on this website makes my life very difficult. I just want to avoid anything that triggers my PTSD at all costs and it's impossible due to this pandemic.

I already used to avoid hospitals, but now it feels like I must avoid everyday life. I don't know how long this mask wearing is going to last, but I can't handle it. I've thought about suicide. I can't even call a doctor, because they'll send people to my house wearing masks.

"theres no risk of pregnancy, and you are the physically stronger gender. Also, if you look at the history of oppression, its just not as impactful. What happened to you is assualt, not rape, as you are a man, its just not an accurate term." - nurse in the hosptial.

Does anyone else feel sick to there stomach when they hear this? Ive been thinking about it latley and I don't think I'm the only one who dosen't like this. I say "I wish I had as much support as women" and I'm met with "well you shouldn't because you're not as truamatized". Am I?! You're sure?! Its minimization with bullshit "statistics" that aren't even accurate. I hate that shit cause a nurse said it to me in the hosptial, I felt absolutley horrible, and apperently I'm the crazy one.

Am I even allowed to express I don't like this?

Some background: I came back home in July (when international travel was opened) to spend some time with my family. Over the past couple of months, I've been noticing that my brother has been very moody and has periods when he seems extremely dull and sad. Having gone through a very depressive stage in my own life, I recognized the symptoms he was showing and suspected that he might be going through something similar. He has had a history of low motivation and addiction to videogames/anime, so thinking these were linked to the state of his mental health, I tried to talk to him a couple of times about the dangers of addiction and how to find a more positive outlet for his time and energy, but he never seemed to register anything I said.

Today, he got his grades back from his most recent set of assessments in school, and he ended up getting an F in Math (something he usually gets straight As in), as well as poor grades in other subjects. He is a very, very smart kid, so when she saw his grades, my mother expressed her concerns about my brother to me and suggested that I talk to him sometime soon. Later tonight, she came into our room while my brother was sleeping and took his phone, telling me that she would give it back sometime later as he has been spending a lot of time on it. Then, around half an hour or so later, I got a text from my parents asking me to come into their room; my mother had been reading my brothers texts, suspecting that his friends may have been bullying him, and stumbled across a text where my brother confided to a couple of his friends that he had been raped earlier in the year while attending a wedding with family. He said that two unknown women had tied him down in a bathroom and done some things (which I won't repeat here), and that he has since been having constant nightmares and been unable to function properly.

For the last couple of hours, I have been working through how I feel about the situation and how I should handle it. I strongly think I should talk to him about it somehow, as we have always had a very close relationship and I believe he trusts me. However, he is not aware that my parents and I know what happened to him, and I am not sure how he will react to us having obtained this knowledge without his awareness or consent.

Should I try to bring this subject up with him, and if so, how should I approach it? Any advice would be greatly appreciated.

My friends mom raped me and the other time I was raped at a party

I was going over to my friend house for a sleepover now his mom was hot and we always made jokes saying she was hot and one day we slept over at his house and we go through the day normally then it came night we all went to go to sleep and I ended up waking up at 1:00 am I head to the kitchen as my throat is dry and I see my friends mom she says hey and me suprised me and her the only one awake with me but anyways she said I see your thirsty I’ll get you a drink you go sit in the living room we will watch some tv I was weirded out by her at that point but didn’t think much I started drinking from my cup while we watched some tv all of a sudden is start feeling dizzy and my eyes slight gets blurry and my tongue felt numb as i try and tell her something she then picked me up I see her caring me into a room as I try and tell her something with my numb tongue and I just then blacked out I wake up and I’m on her bed i didn’t know what time it was and all i see is my friends mom naked I try and run but as I try and get up I notice I’m tied up to the bed post I try and scream but she just puts her hand over my mouth I was scared sweating and she just puts her body wait on me I couldn’t scream I just froze as she rode me and sucked my you know what I didn’t know what to do I felt frozen I wanted to cry after what felt like forever she finished she ended up sleeping we’re I just stood up all night just scared by what happen

I sadly have another story i went through some messed up things the second time it happen I had a babysitting my parents went on a business trip and my babysitter through a party I was in my room all night playing video games but then I hear the door open close and lock I see some random girl I say hi weirded out she then started talking to me with a slur I try and go back to my game not paying attention to her and all of a sudden I just feel a body weight on me I see her naked laying on me I froze and tried and get her off she started taking off my clothes I told her stop she just pushed me on the bed and forced me do everything I didn’t want to she made me do oral she rode me I was raped I felt sad the night were I went to sleep I couldn’t think right with her hugging me while asleep I just cried and cried I couldn’t Believe what happen I was raped again

A friend of mine asked me to come with her to an event. I didn't want to go, but she had no friends to go with. She said it was a party event sort of thing and there would be women there. I ended up going, but when I got there I realized very quickly why she couldn't get anyone else to go with her. It wasn't a normal party like she said, it was some sort of BDSM party. There was a lot of scary looking women there and naked guys. Against my best judgement I stayed a while because my friend said she really wanted to go there.

The first impression I got was the place was horrible. It was just full of gropey women who didn't respect men. Every so often I had to ask random women to stop touching me and they'd either laugh it off or say some kind of snarky remark. It was like nobody there respected a man's personal space.

The last straw was one of these women slid her hand into my jeans from behind and put her finger inside me. After that I turned around and swore at her. This caused a lot of people to stop what they were doing and look at us and there were people instantly jumping to her defense. I didn't want to stick around so left. The place was weird, the people were gross and I felt violated.

I had an argument with my friend because she didn't want to be left there on her own. I left anyway and because of this she left too. She said apparently they "were only touching" me and it "wasn't a big deal". I'm certain if it was her in there surrounded by men she would have left a lot sooner! I even told her the exact reason I got into the final confrontation and left. Her response? She just told me to man up and stop over reacting!!!

I won't pretend it's as bad as most people have had it. I read a few of these posts as was horrified by people's stories. What happened to me was a lot less traumatic, but I still think it was rape. When I said it was rape she just laughed at me. I felt really gross when I got home. It's not something i feel able to tell my other friends about so i came to this forum. I think i'm going to stop talking to that girl now because if she valued me at all she'd have had my back in that situation and surely understood my point of view.

When I was 14, I was raped by a girl (15F) during a sleepover with her and my two friends (both 15M). I woke up late at night into her groping me and I tried to stop her but my friends tied my arms and then she humped on top of me so I can't escape. I was begging but nothing happened. She eventually got pregnant and my grades fell because I wasn't able to focus on class from the trauma at the time that I didn't even went to class for 1 month and lied about being sick. I told her that I don't want anything to do with the child and yes, she indeed promised so when anyone asked her who's the dad when anyone noticed she's pregnant, she will lie that it's another guy's, not mine.

In 2020, COVID lockdown happened so I didn't get to see her and the child was given birth at the time. She eventually became a single mother, I assume. I didn't heard anything about her till last week, I suddenly got a message on my Facebook account from her mother that her daughter (my rapist) died from a disease and she wants me to take care of the child because they can't financially support the child any longer (they live in the slum areas).

My parents (47M and 46F) heard about this and they said they are willing to cover the child support payments since we are financially well-off and I'm not old enough to pay it yet but I declined not for financial reasons, but because I don't want ANYTHING to do with the child and I want to put it for adoption instead.

They called me a selfish asshole and they told me that even if I didn't like what happened, the child has no fault here so I should still take care of him because I'm the only persn who is available to look after him and even more that i'm the biological father.

I never wanted the child but my parents says otherwise and that there's no one else to look after him other than me so I'm currently taking care of him. He's a sweet angel, he's cute because he has my face and I love it. I get this dilemma that I love taking care of him but at the same time, I feel so much anger because he's literally the product of my sexual trauma.

I posted this on r/rape and got told that this subreddit can help me more

I need help. I made this new acc to share something that happened to me. I am a 16M, and i have been raped by a older friend (18M). It happened 1 month ago when he asked me to come over to play video games as his parents wouldn't be home for the day. I went over to his house we were playing cod when his parents left, after an hour or 3 he forced himself on me as he is stronger than me. The worst thing of all is that he managed to make me cum, i can't believe this and want to simply die. I am not gay, i know for 100% sure. After he was done, he just went on to play again. I ran to the bathroom and locked my self inside, i was bleeding. I stayed there until his parents came and i just left without saying something. I haven't told anyone yet. Not needed anyway, I am sure that i am going to kill myself soon. Is it normal for a straight dude to orgasm from rape?

When I was raped I told my mother and she cried. She told my father who beat me for it. I did not intend for it to happen. I never asked for this.

He said I must keep it a secret or our family would be the shame of our community. I kept it to myself for a while. I was made to go to mosque every day to beg Allah for forgiveness. This is because homosexuality is haram. I was told I had committed haram and would be punished. I was treated worse than a human by my family. Every day I felt guilty and prayed for forgiveness.

It was not unnoticed how often I would visit the mosque. The imam asked why. I told him my secret and he said I was doing the right thing. He later told everyone else within our community.

People would spit at my feet as I walked past. They would look at me as if I was worse than human.

I stopped visiting the Mosque. I stopped praying to Allah. I was forced to leave home young.

I realize now that if Allah was real he would have saved me. I owe no explanation. I am not a bad person. I was a good Muslim and had never done wrong before. The rape made me an outcast and I have decided to renounce my faith.

There is nothing out there to protect you from rape. The only way is to protect oneself. Faith is no deterrent to a rapist. Since I renounced my faith and rejected Allah I feel free.

Trigger Warning!

Due to a car accident I suffered a spinal injury. I couldn't walk or move most of my body. I can turn my head from side to side, talk and have the ability to move an arm, but other than that I am reliant on others.

I had a physiotherapist who was supposed to be helping me with leg exercises. I can't do it myself, but if you don't you get very bad muscle wastage and other problems. I live alone and rely on carers to visit my home to help me through my days. I spend a majority of my time on the computer and felt very lonely. Talks with my carers didn't feel like enough emotionally or socially. I had many carers and never felt I was friends with them. My physiotherapist took advantage of this and tried hard to form a friendship with me.

He slowly broke down boundaries with me. It went from sticking to his job to offering other kinds of favors. Chores around the house, head massages etc. I had confessed a lot about my emotional turmoil. I believed he could be trusted. I believed I had made a friend.

I had not had sex since my accident and this had been something we had discussed. He offered me a handjob and I accepted it because a woman was never going to have sex with a paralyzed man. He made out it wasn't a big deal and it's his job to help people. I closed my eyes and let it happen, it wasn't awful, but at the same time it wasn't something I felt I wanted again. I told him afterwards it was alright, but I don't think it was for me. He said it "would take some getting used to".

Things progressed to the point of sexual coercion. Even if I said I didn't want a handjob he would do it anyway and I couldn't stop him. I relied on him for the physio and didn't feel able to report what was happening because I felt I had consented the first time. I would call anonymous helplines and explain my situation and they were always sickened by what I told them. They would tell me to contact the police, but at the time I was in denial I was being sexually assaulted.

It eventually moved onto actual sex. He lay me on a bed face down and did whatever he wanted to me. I was paralyzed, but not numb to it. I could feel it, smell it, hear it. I told him multiple times to stop, which he didn't. He did so much for me. Why won't I return a favor? All i have to do is lie there and be quiet i remember him saying. I gave up after asking him to stop several times. It went down the same way the handjobs did. His will was stronger than mine. I gave up and accepted it. It became a normality of my life that made me incredibly unhappy, but I didn't want to lose this person who I relied on so heavily. My accident had utterly shattered my self esteem and I thought that I was worthless.

This abuse went on for a long time until he brought another person to my home. This other person was an African male, built like a truck and very tall. He was incredibly intimidating. I grabbed my phone and opened up my contacts the moment I saw him walk into the room.

I had accepted the abuse from the first man because he was the only person who gave me the time of day, but this new person was a complete stranger. I saw the new man pay my physiotherapist money, before turning to me. I got scared and I called one of my carers using my mobile. I told her that there was a man in my flat and that he was going to rape me. My physiotherapist tried to keep my quiet, but it didn't work. I was lucky my carer picked up the phone the moment she did. If she had been driving or working I'd of been raped by that man.

The carer I had called contacted the police because she knew I was in danger. I was glad she did because the moment she said she was calling the police they both left. I was being groomed and didn't know it at the time. I would have never had called the police on my own and was very vulnerable. It was the darkest years of my life.

The trauma of my past still haunts me to this day. I suffer from very low self esteem and refuse help from men. All people who enter my house have to be women from now on. I sometimes have flashbacks and have to call anonymous mental health hotlines. I tell them I'm about to jump out of my window, but in reality I can't even walk to the window. I just want them to understand how miserable I feel.

There are obviously good ones such as mysterious skin which is an accurate portrayal of dealing with trauma but there are many bad ones. I hate rape and revenge movies where a woman is raped and then the rapist gets raped/SAed in return. Obviously I think the rapist deserves karma but it’s just the fact that their karma is rape

I watched the movie “Descent” where a woman is raped by a man. She eventually gets “revenge” but tying him up and anally raping him and then mocks him saying he likes it because he was erect. Then she gets a muscular man to rape him and it is a horrible scene that lasts around 18 minutes. They say extremely degrading things to him (mimicking the kind of thing he said while raping) and she jerks him off, leading him to ejaculated which they make fun of and he is called homophobic slurs.

I just really hate the idea that rape is a justifiable punishment for men. That when women get raped it’s tragic and traumatic but when it happens to men it’s humiliating and emasculating and therefore a just punishment. It also is embedded in homophobia of seeing a man being the “receptive” part is seen as making him less of a man. This is already something male victims struggle with - their sexuality.

It just upset me because I made a post asking for films about male SA to cope with what happened and I end up seeing this which makes me feel worse

there is so much to say so i will just say the main parts. my parents divorced and my father made me hate my birth mother for being a cheat. it turned out he was the cheat and i was just a dumb kid so took his word for it.

my father moved in with a new woman. she became my stepmom. we didnt talk much and just avoided one another. my dad was a contractor and would sometimes be away from home for a long time. my stepmom would talk to me and try very hard to befriend me during these time periods.

she one day got me drunk and gave me a massage (she was a massage therapist). afterward she climbed onto me when my guard was down. i was not the age of consent and didnt know what to do. i let her do what she wanted to me and she made me feel special. she told me it was just a game and i should not tell anyone else.

she would text me a lot while i was at school. when my father was out for the week at work me and my stepmom would have sex. it was confusing but i thought i wanted it. i fell in love with her and i think she wanted this.

my father caught her slap me on the ass once when i was making breakfast in the kitchen. i told him it was nothing and i didnt know why she did that. after being caught doing this my stepmom downplayed it as just a friendly thing. my father didnt believe it.

he went out to work and me and my stepmom had sex. he came back at night and caught us in bed together. he was not angry at me, he was angry at her. at the time i tried to defend her and take the blame but he did not let me. he beat me for trying to protect her and told me he was ashamed and could not even look at me.

i was made to live with my grandma across state while my father sorted out the housing situation. he told my grandma he did not want to live with her and would find a place to live. 4 days later without contact the police showed up at our door and told us he had killed himself. losing your father at 12 years old was hard, but what was worse was living with the guilt. i know i am responsible for my fathers death. my grandmother tried to contact my birth mom, but she would not respond. my grandmother died when i was 17 and i have no family or friends. i am now 25 and overwhelmed with guilt. my counsellor said i did nothing wrong and was a child but no matter how much i hear this i cannot believe it. i am equally responsible. my betrayal was worse than hers though.

i have stalked my stepmom online and she has had a child with another man. her child is named my name. it gives me the creeps.

My rapist has 2 younger siblings a sister and brother the sister messaged me after finding my reddit account and got her brother to beat me.

I have been using crutches and a wheelchair ever since I was 11 years old. My ex girlfriend, who I lived with for almost a year, loved to take advantage of the fact that I couldn't walk very well and would knock me to the ground. For no reason at all. Sometimes she would continue her assaults while I was on the ground, unable to get back up. She would hit, kick, and choke me, like it was some silly little game to her.

I lived in constant terror and to make matters worse she had a very high sex drive. When it came to our sex life she basically treated me like a rag doll. I knew if I refused sex she would just hit me again. So I always said yes.

I continued living with my abuser for almost a year. WHY? Well... where else was I supposed to go. Disability doesn't pay squat. Not if you're planning to live on your own. And as for the places that I could afford they weren't wheelchair accessible.

But everything is good now. Eventually I did make it out of that relationship and I'm with someone who truly love and care about me. Believe it or not it is possible.

Even when I'm not hating, and go over facts and statistics explaining that women do it nearly as often as men, just so I can try to raise awareness I'll get hate 🥲.

My son is almost 17 and today my husband and I learned that about 18 months ago when he was 15, he believes he was assaulted.

Long story short, we were on a cruise. He and his brother, who was 13 at the time would go to the teen club at night. We paid for the WiFi package so they could check in with us throughout the evening, gave them a curfew, and told them to stick together. This past summer, my oldest revealed he had drank with some girls he met on the boat. We used it as a teaching opportunity, that 15 is too young to drink, especially in a strange place with people you barely know. Fast forward to today and my husband saw some things that led him to believe that my son suffered some trauma while on the cruise. We sat him down and asked him, gently, what happened and at first he did not want to talk about it. Eventually he broke down sobbing and told us that he had 6 tequila shots and blacked out. He’s not even sure how he got back to the room. The next morning he woke up to snaps from the girl that he couldn’t remember in detail but that they were both naked in bed which led him to believe that she had taken advantage of his black out state and had sex with him. There were a lot of tears and reassurances that it wasn’t his fault. He wants to start therapy so we’ve looked into trauma therapists in our area and will be making an appointment for that and with the doctor for STD testing just in case. We’ve also reiterated that while this is no way his fault, he needs to stay clear of alcohol until he better understands how it affects him.

My youngest was told what happened in very vague terms and he started crying over feeling guilty that he didn’t know what was going on.

He was a virgin prior to this and has told us that there’s been no other sexual encounters since with anyone. He said that he feels ashamed of what happened and that he feels like something was taken from him because he’ll never know for sure.

So I guess I’m just looking for reassurance that we’re handling this right and to see if anyone has ever been in a similar situation as my son. Did you go to therapy? Did it help?

My dad moved me to a different state when I was 12 (taking my away from my grandparents that I adored and truly cared for me), married and moved in with a woman he met after six weeks. He was a long haul trucker and for years he was barely home leaving me with this woman who was practically a stranger.

From ages 12-16 approximately my stepmother forced me to have sex with her. She was in her early 40s at the time. Not only was there this sexual abuse but she was mentally abuse as well. Extreme gaslighting. She made me believe that if anybody found out I'd be the one in trouble. She said my father would beat my ass and then the cops would investigate me for rape and sexual assault. She said everybody at school would know and I'd had to drop out and I'd never get to play college football (my dream at the time).

It all stopped when I was 16, she tried to touch me and I just grabbed her hand and told her if she didn't leave me alone I'd tell my dad. I remember thinking if she did bring my dad and the cops down on me then I'd just kill myself. So with nothing left to lose I just grabbed her hand and told her off.

She didn't say anything, just left. She never told my dad or anybody and never tried to abuse me again. In fact we barely spoke after that.

I'm 32 now and dating a woman with a 11 year old son. Being around a kid who's the age I was when I was abused is hard. At the time I felt so mature but seeing someone almost that age as an adult it's like "Jesus how could you do this to a kid this age!"

I've found her (my dad has passed away and I'd lost track of her years ago) on Facebook. I have dreams of reporting her to the police even though I'm sure any sort of statute of limitations have passed.

I've never told anybody about this before. Part of me is still afraid I'll somehow get in trouble if people knew.