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When I was 19 I was assaulted for the first time in college. I was left bleeding on the floor. I dont remember much about the actual assaulted. I told him he was hurting me, I asked him to stop answering he said no not yet. The pain was horrible. He assaulted me and for years I denied it. After it took me years to come forward and I was met by a title IX coordinator who blamed me. I left college without my degree because the trauma was too much. Years later I had someone come back into my life and he assaulted me for years. Made me feel small and worthless. He knew what he was doing. I recently cut him off and haven't talked to him in 3 months. It's been a year since my last assault. A year since he hurt me in a way that made me remember that people hurt others even people they claim to care about. I was 19 and 26 and 27 and 28 and 29 and 30 and 31. I feel like those last assaults were my fault? Did I do something to deserve this? My first assailant is in prison for the next 9 years at least for do it to a child. My second doesn't even know I said he assaulted me. I just remember that I got into a bad relationship with someone wanting me make me as small as possible and to put me down as often as he liked to make himself feel better.

Survivante de viol collectif Je rendis visite a ma tante, un soir des cousins m’invitèrent a aller danser en boite de nuit ; des amis de mes cousins étaient venus nous trouver là, nous avons danser, rit, bu et partager des sandwiches. Vers les couts de trois heures du matin, je sortis pour prendre de l’air quand un des amis me trouva a la porte, il était sorti pour fumer, alors nous avons papoter un moment. Il me proposa de marcher dans les alentours de la discothèque Un autre ami nous rejoignit ensuite un deuxième, et finalement, cinq sans savoir ce qui se tramait entre eux, je les suivis car nous avons été très proches depuis leur venu etc. Arrivée, dans un ravin, un des cinq enleva sa chemise et l’étala sur sa chemise qu’il avait enlevé soi-disant avoir chaud, quand l’autre me terrassait. Avant même que je ne m’en rende compte, ils se sont appelés et sont passer sur moi les uns après les autres. Un a un, ces cinq hommes me sont passer dessus, ils m’ont souillé, ont bafouiller ma dignité de femme et de personne humaine. Malgré mes supplications, mes cris de détresse et désespoir, car oui, chaque coup de rein transperçait ma dignité tel un coup de couteau. Mais aucun, pas un seul d’entre eux n’y a été sensible, personne ne s’est arrêté. Pendant qu’ils s’appelaient, tels des amis qui s’invitent les uns les autres, j’ai réussi a capter quelques prénoms : trois au total parmi les cinq. Du lieu des faits, je me suis rendu a la police, je leur ai expliquer les faits, j’étais a la quête de justice. Mais les quelques questions qui m’ont été posées par la police m’ont encore plus transpercer le cœur… Le policier qui s’occupait de mon écoute me demanda avec des airs menaçants : • -est ce qu’une fille de bonne mœurs peut se trouver au dehors à cette heure ? • C’est arriver où ? • -sais tu que cette tenue que tu portes est provocative ? • -est ce t’as première fois de faire un rapport sexuel ? Je n’en croyais pas mes oreilles, je restais figée et très déterminée je ne me suis pas découragé, j’ai continué la procédure jusqu’à ce que justice soit faite. Le dégoût, ma colère était d’une intensité que je ne saurais nommé. Et pour la première fois, dans ma vie, j’ai compris comment un être humain pouvait ôter la vie à un autre. Parce que oui, je ressentais de la haine, parce que oui, mes bourreaux représentaient un problème dont il fallait que je me débarrasse. Pour ma reconstruction, il a fallu un accompagnement psychologique au niveau des hôpitaux et émotionnel au niveau de la famille et morale dans les groupe de discussion entre survivantes.

I have been electronically abused for the past 5 years relentlessly, despite my reporting being cyber bullied, stalked, gang bullied, trolled, physically and sexually abused and harassed to all police agencies: the police department, precinct, the District Attorney's Office, and the general attorney's office. I completed a FBI form, contacted my legislators, senators, congress persons (Office Rep Name rudely said to me, what do you want us to do), domestic violence hotlines, City Services, I was denied services at the Agency, and left without help form the crime victims board. I remain alienating and ostracizing, living totally isolation in my home for the last five years, after having a full and fulfilling rich life. I know who my abuser is. There's no part of my electronic communication that has not been infiltrated and soiled. I'm up to my fifth late model iPhone, I just bought a new MacBook Pro, and a second Apple Watch, all in an effort to define and detach myself from being hacked. Everything about all of these devices remain the same and so are my abuser's ability to hack my communications and my connectivity, fouling potential relationships, leaving me psychologically imprisoned in a coffin-like deafened state where death is the only out. I'm not suicidal. I'm healthier than most thank God. Please send help. I don't know how you'll get help from this notice but someway somehow I wish you would help me. Cyber abuse is a terrorist act and federal charges must be brought for the degree of abuse I've experienced and the number of people and positions of these people who set up on me and set on me and set me up to be pummeled and harassed.

I was SA'd multiple times by my now ex boyfriend. He was 18 M and I 19 F. He also made some comment about how "no one will believe you because I'm the one who's younger/closer to the age of consent". I will be pursuing legal action once I go back to the state of where the crime happened. I will be traveling back for Thanksgiving. Trying to figure out if it technically counted as insertion as it was through clothes but that was obviously the intent. He also lied about being over his porn addiction which had allegedly been solved 2 years ago. He manipulated me into not telling my and his parents about said addition because he said that he hadn't told his parents. Later, he said that he'd told a mutual teacher (who is misogynistic and legitimately horrible). He'd force himself on me- he had about 50 pounds on me and about 6 in (15-16cm) on me. So the only way to remove him was to cobra wrap him with my legs and twist him off. I knew that this was my only way of escape because it was the only muscle region in which I was stronger than him (my max lift on adductors is 205 lbs/93 kgs). Just realised what it was- I broke up with him this past April and only realised the past few weeks. And now I'm having flashbacks and other PTSD seeming problems. And he thinks we're still friends even though I told him that I'd block him. He has no idea what he did or the damage he instilled. There's also some religious trauma because he said that I needed to "pray my anxiety away" when it's physically just a lack of serotonin. So I can't even go to a church because I'm so bitter. I know I can solve this for myself, but I don't want any other girl to get trapped by him. I felt asexual a little before all of this happened and now that feeling is stronger- am I still validated in that?