I want to encourage the brave men and women who have submitted to Project Unbreakable to continue to post to more public subreddits so the world can see what a problem sexual assault, abuse and rape is. In my understanding, this project isnot meant to be pushed aside because a few people want to ignore a problem that's right under their noses. Get out there, speak out and make a difference.

I know at least one person in 2X already posted a thank you because seeing so many Project Unbreakable posts helped her end a toxic relationship. What you are saying is being heard. Don't let anyone try to silence you.

Please post Project Unbreakable pictures, stories, and support here!

http://projectunbreakable.tumblr.com/

We are trying to get some of the traffic off of twoX so people can avoid being triggered and get to other stories.

I was sixteen years old, and dating my first serious girlfriend. Things were great, but they moved really fast. It was barely a month in before she told me that she loved me and I replied in kind. I don't know if I did, or if I just loved feeling loved, but that's the way it went. We fooled around a little, but when she wanted to have intercourse I told her that I wasn't ready. Everything was so new to me, and it was confusing.

She left my house in tears.

I felt horrible. I didn't want to make her cry, but I didn't want to have sex with her yet. And surely that meant something was wrong with me, because what sixteen-year-old boy doesn't want to have sex? The next day she apologized, and things got back to normal. Except she tried again, and this time, I didn't feel like I could stop her. I didn't want to have sex with her. I didn't want that to be my first time. But I didn't want to make her cry again, so when she straddled me I didn't say anything.

For a long time, I didn't really think it could have been assault. I didn't say "no," so it couldn't possibly have been rape. I could have fought her off, but I didn't, so I must have wanted it, right?

Over the last six months, I've received a lot of information and training. I joined a group on campus that acts out scenes to educate other students about the realities of sexual assault. We were also trained to look for the signs of abuse and taught what sexual assault really is.

That's when I learned that it wasn't my fault. It didn't matter that I didn't voice my "no." It didn't matter that I didn't push her away. I did not say yes. I did not give consent. What happened to me was rape.

No idea if this is even the right subreddit, but I just wanted to share my story. For the first time I feel like I can type these things out...but I'm kind of straddling the horns of being able to say them out loud. And not just because of my brain damage.

So, here goes. I sent my Dad this message yesterday, told him I needed space, but we'll talk again after I see my therapist. http://invictus587.wordpress.com/

I can't even decide what I'm expecting here...emotional validation, I suppose. A chance to learn how to stop blaming my own dumb self all the time. Anyway, thanks for reading.

I said yes to touching and Oral. I was not asked if sex was ok. Suddenly I didn't have the luxury of choice. He was 19, I was 14. I seized up (anxiety and fear will do that) and could not talk. I mostly repressed it, but he knew where I lived and I was terrified he would come back for me. For years I couldn't stay home alone. My current, wonderful SO, helped me get the help I needed when it all came back two years ago at the age of 18. Counseling helped me move past it. I don't even think the man who did this knows I viewed it as non-consensual. It was most definitely not consensual. I told my story to a friend and she told me it wasn't rape, I just regretted having sex. That was a kick in the stomach. I want to let everyone with this story know, it's ok to say it, it was still assault.

Edit: Forgot the link! http://imgur.com/ytHku

My mother grew up in an abusive household. With a step-father who was mentally, physically, and sexually abusive; a mother who was not there; and two sisters whom she loved. My mother was sexually abused by her step-father on a regular basis, she was the 'favorite' of her sisters. Being young and ignorant at the age of 17, she got pregnant from her boyfriend at the time. Although she had announced her pregnancy, her step-father did not cease. As her belly grew, the rape only increased. In fear for her child, my mother ran. Her sisters were less successful and lived out their entire childhood years in the household. By the time my mom had the courage to take the man to court, it was already too late. They said that there was no evidence that the courts could use against him and there was nothing she could do. Take control. Speak out.

So I feel horrible posting this hear but ive been wrestling with it for a while and could use some advice if there's a better subreddit let me know. Anyhow I'm 16 and was at school. My teacher need to take some papers down to the office and myself and two guys went down. And on the way up they were I'd like to believe joking and grabbed my arms and started dragging me into the known scary hall of our school. I was punching them saying stop. And all they said was "why do you thing we brought you along". Thank god one of the school jocks was behind to get them off me or I don't know what would have happened. This obviously had me a little shook up. Not to mention scared shitless. But the part I need advice on is after that all went down I was in a period of shock and after getting caught making some poor decisions came clean with what all had been going on in my life including that incident. I refused my stepdad of taking and repercussionary actions, but made me tell my dad. Who I kid you not the first time I visited his house after that had my cousin bin me down and.. Used his hand to analy penetrate me. I have so much hate for this man. I'm ashamed to call him my father. I haven't told anyone this. This is also a throw away account because I don't know how to make self post.

So. Since my therapist doesn't like to talk about it and I'm stressed just thought i would vent a bit. In August I got out of the sex trade. I had been in it since I was six years old and my parents would farm me out to their friends for travel and prostitution. As I got older my handlers changed up, as did the clientele. I started bondage around the time i was 10 and it kept up from there. When I realized how trapped I was tried to press charges, file a case with NCMEC - there was no evidence. The months proceeding getting out were a blur of assault, and trying to keep the level in my minimum wage temp job so i could leave with some money. I'm 27 now. Now when i hear about trafficking support bills that are stalled in congress, when i look at the $500 i have left to support me until i find another job, or think about how i need a new phone, or can't afford to pay rent or get a car, i am so angry i could break the computer. When i think about how i might have to ask my parents for money soon, or how my siblings can't support me in this because they didn't experience it. When i think about my therapist not wanting to hear about the violent fucked up shit that i don't have anyone else to talk to about, and how i can't afford another one. How my family would pay for one...it's just hard. all i want is to be normal and make money and not worry about all this fucked up shit i am working so hard to leave behind. I know there is no justice for what i went through, i just want to be normal. It's been six months of shelters, and now i need a fucking job, and nothings changed. no one's in jail. No one will be. it's just me out here. i just want to be normal and worry about stupid normal things. but i've been able to cry more often. So that is a start.

Here is my story: It was at a party in my second year of uni. I am in a program with mostly guys and almost done third year now. A bunch of friends and I were having a good time, drinking and the like. I was sitting on the stairs when he came up to me, handed me an open beer and sat down to chat. I don't drink beer so I didn't have any.

He carried me up the stairs from a room full of people into an empty bedroom, one of my friends followed shortly after. He rubbed by back for a few minutes and then ripped off my pants.

I managed to get away thanks to the fact that there was someone else in the room. Thank god I didn't drink that beer. I had handed it to the friend who followed us up, he didn't remember much of the night. After this we grabbed our other friends and got a taxi.

This guy is in all of my classes at school and involved with many social activities. Most recently he has become one of the poster boys for a fundraising campaign. It doesn't seem like I will ever be able to escape the guy that almost raped me.

Because he won't post it, nor openly admit it.

When my husband, who at the time was my boyfriend, and I lived together with his parents; he always made friends with the neighbors and often spent more of his time with them. A couple who lived on the floor below us, had two daughters and since we had a daughter as well, we often went to visit them. After awhile, I noticed the wife was a liar and I stopped visiting but my husband and the male downstairs were becoming close friends.

One night, he and the other male had gotten quite drunk and instead of coming back upstairs, he crashed on their couch. He has no idea how long he was asleep but he woke up after he realized something was off. He noticed that the wife had managed to get his penis out of his pants and was giving him a blow job. He said he asked her to stop and she ignored him so he shoved her off, in the process she scraped her teeth along his penis enough to draw some blood.

He went and got STD tested without ever telling me. He rejected my sexual advances couple of weeks and put a strain on our relationship because he had been hurt and didn't want me to know. He actually never told me until the year we were getting married. He blamed himself and I told him it was not his fault; getting drunk is not an invitation to anyone. No matter what gender you are.

Thank you for letting me share.

(Edit: I a word)

Not proof reading, I just need to get this out here.

Photo.

I kept it hidden for 4 years, until I was watching the first episode of Dexter and it all came spilling out to my current boyfriend. I didn't go into a lot of detail, just the basics so I could stop crying. From the abuse, I have TMJ. Every summer I get nightmares of the event and they continue until about November. I wake up terrified that he will come into my window like he used to and abuse me again. I can't sleep alone anymore without having panic attacks. Recently, I found out he moved away; I am hoping that these nightmares and panic attacks with lessen more. I knew him for about 3 years before we decided to go out, I have been in crappy relationships before him so I tried to be cautious; nothing stood out as a red flag to me or my friends, so I went for it. I don't remember much after sitting on his bed with him and watching a movie. He was also psychologically abusive, twisting everything I thought was logical into something that I believed was illogical. To this day, I still get random triggers of these "psychological time bombs" (which is what I call them) from something as innocent as holding my boyfriend's hand.

I hope that all of you guys are doing well, I have submitted my photo in hope that it helps someone else speak up. Because I know he has done this to other women, and I want them to know that they are not alone.