40. I’m horribly depressed, anxious and do not trust women, and I’m about to become homeless.
“We were together since high school, and over the years she got bigger, as in heavier. I had lost attraction for her long ago, but she would never allow me to leave.
She said she would press charges for domestic battery that she would perform upon herself. She made it clear that this was in no terms an empty threat, I’d end up with charges that would ruin my life.
Sex became on her terms, didn’t matter if I wanted to or not, she was having it. Her body on mine had become a habit, just think of something better and let it happen. It turned out she tried to force me to knock her up as well. I thank God that didn’t happen.
I’ve never told anyone this, ever.
I fled one day, left behind my cat, my clothes, even my passport. I’ve never gone back. Now, I’m horribly depressed, anxious and do not trust women, and I’m about to become homeless.
I feel ashamed by this, I’m expected to be stronger, I expected myself to be stronger.”
41. She would take me to a secluded part of the playground and stick her hands down my pants and do her thing.
“When I was in 1st to 4th grade, I was abused by a girl who was in my grade. She would take me to a secluded part of the playground and stick her hands down my pants and do her thing. I had no idea what she was doing, but I knew that if I didn’t let her, she would punish and berate me. It really screwed with my confidence, so I participated in no activities or sports until high school. What pains me the most was my Mom hated to see me avoid the activities because she knew I liked them. She interrogated me but I said nothing. Now I’m in high school and participate in plenty of activities and make my Mom proud.”
42. I’ve personally had my dick grabbed in the bar by a drunk chick at least 10 times randomly.
“There’s things a man would get arrested for that women can/will do and the guy will let her go. I’ve personally had my dick grabbed in the bar by a drunk chick at least 10 times randomly, had at least 5 girls randomly force their lips onto me, ass pinched/grabbed probably a hundred times, and actually have had my keys “taken” from me by 2 different drunk chicks because “I shouldn’t go home alone” (I got a ride from a friend and barely knew these girls).
I never felt threatened in any situation, because I was always in control of the situation. But if I were to pinch a girls ass or grab her breasts in a bar randomly, you know I’m getting in trouble with the law.”
43. My cousin molested me when I was 3-8 years old. She was about 6 years older than me and lived with my mother and I.
“My cousin molested me when I was 3-8 years old. She was about 6 years older than me and lived with my mother and I.
My mother would leave my cousin to babysit because she had to go buy groceries, bank, work etc….I hated it and would cry because I didn’t want to be alone with my cousin. My cousin would hit me, squeeze my wrist really hard or twist my arm when I didn’t listen to her. She would do disgusting things to me, like force me to kiss her and touch her privates. She would also touch me and if I didn’t comply, she would hurt me.
At night she would sneak into my bed to touch me and tell me things like let’s be adults. The worst was when she would pull me into this huge closet, put her hand over my mouth, and force her fingers inside me. This went on for some years and I started to fight back and resist. One time when she was holding me tightly I bit her really hard. My mother didn’t understand and thought I was being mean. I hated my cousin and at the same time, I was terrified of her. She was the bogeyman to me, the reason why I hated being in the dark, the source of my claustrophobia, the thing that gave me nightmares.
It ended when she was caught doing awful things to me. My mother, an old school religious woman, spanked the both of us. That was an awful day. My mother betrayed me, ignored all the signs, didn’t listen and thought we just didn’t have God in our lives. But, the abuse ended. My cousin was sent back to live with her mother in a more rural part of the country.
When I was 9 we moved to America so the chances of ever seeing her again were slim to none. The abuse really messed me up. I hated and couldn’t understand basic forms of human contact like holding hands, hugging, or even accidentally brushing against someone etc. I had to sleep with a damn night-light until I was 13. I had nightmares and still do occasionally. When it came to sex and sexuality, I hated it, hated myself and associated my desire with the things that happened to me. Took me a very long time to be receptive to contact and affection. I am 27 now and still struggle with it occasionally.”
—Anonymous 
