Thank you Blade.
Thank you everybody.
I am a woman and I have been raped
I am a man and I have been raped
I am a woman and I have been sexually assaulted/molested
I am a man and I have been sexually assaulted/molested
I am a woman and I have been a victim of attempted rape
I am a man and I have been a victim of attempted rape
I have never been raped, sexually assaulted, and have never been a victim of attempted rape.
Thank you Blade.
Thank you everybody.





When my mum's fiance molested me, they told me it was because I wore such short skirts... even the COPS told me I was a liar and that 'they believed I believed it happened' (in other words, they were calling me delusional)... they said I was an attention seeker, and my mother kicked me out of her house for 'seducing her fiance' ( I was 15, he was 50! )... oh god it's all coming back now. It's why I got married - because I was homeless and needed food, not because I loved the child-fucker. TWO YEARS after this happened, my mum called me and said she believed me. I cried on the phone for hours, so grateful... Then, I can't believe this, she told me, "I actually didn't believe you. I wanted to see your reaction... but now that you cried and thanked me, I know you really were telling the truth." That didn't stop her from borrowing his Corvette in front of me a few times. To this day I cannot STAND to look at black Corvettes. It's what he drove.. it's what my mum would show me to spite me and call me a liar...
..sorry everyone.
Look like a woman
Think like a man
Act like a lady
Work like a dog
- My Great Grandmother Bessie's Recipe for Success
I did something really fucked up a bunch of years ago in college. Please do not flame me for this...I understand that I must have had mental issues to have done this.
In college, one of my best girl friends/former roommate was hanging out with her cute male coworker at a party and he raped her when she was drunk. She was upset about this and so was I. To spite him, I gave him a taste of his own medicine. I drove up to his work one night(a restaurant) and pretended to wait around for some friends to arrive and meet up with me there. While there, I conversed with the rapist(he bartended there) and acted like a nice, sweet girl who was interested in him. I conned him into inviting me up to his place later. When I was there, he got drunk and high(marijuana) and when I got him alone in a room, I pushed myself on top of him and had my way.
A day later, I called him up and told him that I was getting tested for HIV because I just found out that my ex was HIV positive.
But he still treated my friend like shit at work, harassing her and acting verbally abusive. When she was almost in tears about it one day, I cheered her up by calling up the dude in the middle of his work, telling him that the test results had come back and I was officially HIV positive. He said, "Well, what's gonna happen to me?" and I said, "Who cares about you?"
I realize now that what I did was a bad thing...and perhaps it served me right when I faced a similar scare a few years later(karma)...but I was angry that he'd raped my friend and I wanted to teach him a lesson. God I'm lucky he was in trouble for domestic violence charges(he'd beaten his ex-wife), or else his rape claims might have actually stood up in the court of law...
When I was 16, this guy friend of mine whipped out his dick and tried to get me to suck it by pushing my head down towards his crotch. It wasn't enough for me to say "no I don't want to"(I wasn't really into the whole giving head thing back then), so I succombed to saying "uh...ouch!"
He immediately stopped what he was doing and said, "OMG are you okay? I hope I didn't hurt you! Are you okay? I'm sorry!" You see, this guy had schizophrenia and anger issues when he was younger(got into a lot of fights), and in recent years he was trying to change his ways and become a reformed, nonviolent person. I was aware of this so I knew that saying "ow" would get him to bug off.
Ugh. I felt rather violated, even though I (luckily) knew how to stop it before I was forced to do anything.




Oh my fucking god. It pains me just as much when the mother's denial fails to protect her child to the point where she would rather disown the child... It's terrible.
I am so horrified in response to all these stories. I myself had a couple attempted rapes while stripping (the boss didn't believe in bouncers or supervision in the lapdance room). It erodes at your soul. It makes you see the world in a whole new negative light. It makes you feel helpless.
I was a virgin when I was raped...well, I guess I was, having been molested for years I am not sure. But I didn't want to have sex with him. Really sucky first time.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]Do unto others as you would have them do to you...it's less work to be nice than it is to be evil!
"Miss ChiChi, if you was my girl you would never cry from anything...except maybe happiness."




Five or six years ago my mom told me that when I was little she and my father kicked my sister and my nephew (who is 11 years older than I am) out of the house because my mom found him in my room sticking his penis in my mouth.
They kicked her out instead of trying to work it out cause she called my mom a liar and denied it.
My mom mentioned it to me cause she wanted to see if I remembered, I don't, and I made her shut up as soon as she said it cause I don't care to know anymore than that.
It did explain a lot though about why my dad is always so cold to me when my sister is around, he must feel some guilt about putting her and her kid on the street. Man, that makes my dad sound so bad, but he is not a bad guy.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
See there is the mentality. BITE HIS DICK OFF. Say "sure dude." Then BITE HIM.
Them jaw muscles work for you.
If a guy is gonna do that, as a man you have my personal okay to BITE HIS DICK OFF. But if you do, open the door and run, don't stick around. RUN.
Your front teeth are designed by evolution to cut, use it in that case to defend yourself. Take that motherfucker's cock all the way in your mouth, deep throat him, take it to the root, then clamp down like god told you to bite. Fuck him. He don't need the damed thing. He misuses it. BITE IT OFF. And i mean, rip your head away. Literally take that rapist prick's dick away. Don't leave one shred attached.
Bite it and spit it. Spit it in the sewer so he can't get it back.
After putting my words and memories down in this thread I feel sadness and loss. I also feel a bit relieved, I had been thinkin about it recently and it was really eating at me so sharing it was therapeutic for me.
I wanna thank all of you who shared stories of abuse and/or rape. I know how hard it was for ya to bring those memories to the surface again.
As victims we have become stronger, as survivors we've become one.
Dude, as much as I LOVE the thought of it, espicially because that is exactly the situation i was presented with...
In reality, it just isn't smart to bite off a penis, or bite anything to draw blood.. The last thing you want is to contract HIV from the attacker.
Much smarter to kick him with all your force in the junk. Or hell, if he's pushing your head to his dick, headbutt him with all you've got in the nuts. Grab his balls and rip as hard as possible.
But don't draw blood in your mouth. That would be a horrible, horrible thing if you managed to avoid an attack, only to be left with a final, aweful parting gift of HIV.




i just have to say that it feels really good to get all of this off my chest, some of which i've never told anybody. When i was 6 year old i was molested by a relative. i din't tell anybody until i was a teenager. But what hurt me the most was that even once my parents found oit the truth they continued to speak to him. i was thinking like, what the fuck, how can they care more about not starting family drama than the truth. It still possed me off to this day. When i was 13 and still a virgin i was molested by a grown man who was another patient of my therapist's. It was fucked up that everyone assumed that i had wanted it or some bullshit like that. i mean, i was still an innocent child, i had been very sheltered and naive and they thought that i wanted to seduce this motherfucker. In high school i was forced to perform oral sex against my will. This guy i knew pulled out his penis and grabbed me by the hair and my mouth was open in shock and it went in. The he held it there until he came and then just kind of left me lying there. i was scared to press charges until a few months later when i finally had the guts to tell my parents, who of course didn't believe me but took me to the poice stattion anyway. Once there they were real suspicious with me and kept asking me why i didn't resist or scream, and i was like, um cause he forced it in my mouth. Long story short, they assumed i was making it up or i had wanted it. He was suspended from school as a result of it and everyone found out and made me out to be the bad one. It wasn't till he did the same exact thing to another girl that my story was taken seriously. Of course he was never prosecuted but at least he got expelled from school. And did i mention that he wanted to be a teacher or work with children. When i went to college i was raped in my dorm. i woke up and i guy was having sex with me from behind and after i woke up he held me down and i was too terrified to scream for help. i never told anyone about that because i felt they would blame me for not screaming and once again assume i wanted it or something. Aside from this i was forced to have sex against my will by ex boyfriends many times, one of them until i was bleeding and could barely walk. He then called me a whore, told me to get the fuck out of his house and that he was breaking up with me.





Someone tried to rape me in the club... whipped it out and tried to shove it in... nude club, bed dances, and i was backwards, couldn't see what was happening. I screamed at him, he told me to be quiet, I said "no fucking way, that's RAPE." Apparently he hadn't encountered THAT before because he paid me and BOOKEd it. I was naked and SEETHING, didn't have time to run out after him before I got all my clothes on.... but we're busy getting a description of him together @ the club, and police have been contacted (I'm friends w/ a cop who comes into my club, he e-mailed me about it and was really cool...)
I won't say "victim" because I'm no fucking victim. If I caught on to what was happening and wasn't so goddamn surprised, I would have literally slapped the shit out of him and been in every right to do so.





I deleted this because I've recently been having bad flashbacks and dreams about my experiences, and this post was just too specific. I feel like curling into a shell again...
Last edited by LilyLove; 04-30-2008 at 04:29 AM.
This thread is so moving. i'm so terribly sorry for all of you who have had to be put through this, and am totally inspired by your strength. the stigma that goes with sexual assault is just awful. legal systems are clearly failing in the worst possible way.
The whole 'asking for it' way of thinking makes me physically sick. anyone should be able to wear whatever the hell they damn well like without fear of physical assult. And it seems that drinking is the new 'short skirt'.
when i was 15, i was at a club with my friends (yes, underage, yes i was wearing a short skirt) and some guy was coming on to me and wouldnt leave me alone so i yelled at him to go away. he pushed me up against the wall, had his hand on my ass and whisperes in my ear that 'you're the reason girls get raped' on the way home i couldnt stop crying. i've never freaked out so much in my entire life.
i'm putting on a production of the vagina monologues at my university this year and we're hopefully going to raise loads and loads and loads of money to help stamp out all types of violence against women (but after reading this thread i wish we could give money to mens charities that deal with sexual assault too)
Thankyou for this thread. thats the first time i've ever written what happened to me
love to all you wonderful survivors xxxxxxxxxx
I forget the stats, but it's usually by someone they know.
WTF??? Who would tell you that?! I hope you know they are a sack of crap at this point.
All I can say is, it makes my blood boil when I hear about this, and I am not alone at all in the male world with that feeling. We are just as baffled as you are as to how a man brings himself to that, and as you point out, it may happen more often to women than men, but happens more often to men than people realize and most men never report it.
A cunning linguist...





*Takes a deep breath*
I was molested by my biological dad until I was 10 or so. He did it and my own mother didn't want to believe that her ex-husband had been doing something to me for years, even when I could give details proving what happened. It's part of the reason I started cutting, because I didn't know how else to deal with my anger and sadness. After a while I just quit trying to tell anybody about it, because it seemed like nobody gave a shit. It's part of the reason I stopped having any contact with him at all once I was an adult, which is why it's killing me to try and 'help' him with his illness.
I was in high school doing an internship at the Environmental Health Department, and I started when I was 15. From the time I was 15 until about 3 months before I graduated my 'boss' at the office had a 'relationship' with me. I was 15 and he was 45. He told me everything he thought I needed to hear to make me think he actually cared about me instead of letting me realized that he was a fucking child molester. I totally fell for his 'I love you but people won't understand it, so we have to keep it secret' line of shit. When he finally got caught I defended him and did everything he had told me to so he looked totally innocent and I looked like a crazy teenager with a crush. To this day I still have so much anger about what happened during those couple years, especially because I didn't realize at the time that he was using me. I had proof-hotel receipts, cell phone records, pictures, all kinds of shit, but I never did anything with it because I felt like people would say I brought it on myself.
Ok, I've gotta stop, because I'm getting really pissed off...




I voted I have been the victim of an attempted rape. I remember everything and was really smart about it. I was only 3 and my mom had this sorry boyfriend. I guess she didn't know he was sick. One day she said she had to go somewhere and I wanted to go with her but she said he was going to watch me and I couldn't and I cried and cried over it. Well I remember him taking me to their bedroom and trying to touch me and I remember knowing something wasn't right. I cried and told him I had to go to the bathroom really bad and he said fine hurry up. I went to the bathroom and locked the door and didn't come out. Then my mom came home and I didn't know any better to say anything and I never did until years later. Fortunately they broke up very shortly after that.
Wow.
I had to walk away from this thread and come back to it a few times. Ladies and Men, you all are amazing, strong and loved people.
My ex husband. He raped me many many times. But because we were married at the time, I was told it wasn't rape. He was my husband.
He would get high on meth or whatever it was that week, get out of control and wouldn't stop. It was like he wasn't even in the same room with me, couldn't hear me, see me, nothing. I stopped telling him no after a while, and would just get it over with.
The two most terrible things about it, when he was high, he couldn't come. But he just stayed hard-ish. So it went on and on.
The other....I actually willingly slept with him when he was sober. After counseling and everything (when I left him) I figured out I did that because I was dying to feel some sort of compassion and love, so I got it where I could. Even from a monster.
Wow.
Thank you.
For me, I was raped many times as a child by my babysitter's husband. Told my mother and she did not believe me.
Was raped again at 21 from a guy I was dating.
22 raped by my ex boyfriend many times before I was able to get away.
22 raped by a guy I was dating
26 was raped by a friend, I went to the police and they told me since he had a condom on there was really nothing that they can do and get over it.
was drugged at work and raped, tried to press charges but again told to get over it.
When I was 15 a guy I was seeing, a senior at my HS, tried to force himself on me when my parents weren't home. His line was "Your saying no, but your body is telling me yes" because I was wet.. He then said, "You know, I don't have to ask, I could just do it."
I went absolutely nuts! Starting screaming, kicking, hitting, throwing my head around....all the way to the front door and out. The funny part was we had been making out, and the guy has stripped down to his tighty whities!
HE banged on the door for a while and I told him "You can wait out there until my mom comes home to get your shit, or you can just go home now, but you're not coming back inside my house!"
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