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I was about 5/6 the first time it happened. I had no idea what was going on I just knew I felt weird.. deep in my stomach.. that gut wrenching feeling I would get before my parents would line us up for swats. It started with him being a little touchy and "accidently" walking in on me while I was showering/ changing then he got more and more handsy until finally he trapped me in the basement one day. He managed to pin me on the ground and lifted up my dress; before I knew it he had ripped my underwear and was touching me. It felt like an eternity had passed as I laid there motionless and crying, but a few minutes later he kissed my cheek, told me he was going to think about this later and that this was our little secret game as he helped me up; he was turned on with the biggest smile on his face. A few days later I was doing the laundry in the basement, bent over to pick up the clothes and drop them in the washer. He took this as a good opportunity to play "our secret game"; before I could do anything, I was pinned against the washer, he ripped my shorts and underwear down and next thing I knew he was fully inside me this time. I screamed out in pain as he jammed into me repeatedly so he covered my mouth.. I was so scared and confused. I felt the blood dripping down my legs and I was in so much pain I felt like I was going to be sick. Finally, after a few minutes it was over, and he let me go. I bent down to pull my shorts and underwear back up when I saw the blood on my legs. So many thoughts ran through my head, and I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't bring myself to make a sound. He used one of the towels I was about to wash to clean the blood off of himself then tossed it at me for my legs. He raised his hand to wipe the tears from my cheek and I flinched. "What's wrong? You don't like our little game?" I was so sore for a few days; hardly able to sit or walk. I struggled to get the blood stains out of my clothes. It felt like I was dreaming.. that I was going to wake up from this bullcrap nightmare at any moment, but I never did. The soreness I felt after he was done with me went away with time, but I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact this was happening. Is this normal? Do other brother's and sister's do this? This continued for years; he would trap me in any places he could, and it felt like it took longer and longer each time. I decided at the age of 9/10 I had had enough and tried to tell my mother what my brother was doing to me. As bad of a mother as she was I thought she would still protect me when it came down to it, but I was soooo very wrong.. after all he was her favorite. The words she said to me will be forever engraved in my brain, "You can either let this ruin his life or you can move on. This doesn't seem like an issue you should let ruin your brother’s life." From that moment on I felt like it was my fault he was doing this so I kept my mouth shut in fear that no one else would believe me or that people would blame me if they did. He used this to his advantage and would play the game any chance he could even blackmailing me "I won't tell mom if you let me.." or he would take things from me like my homework and withhold them until I "played" and even then he would make me do extra things before he'd give it back. He pinned me down to the dining room table, hand gripping a chunk of my hair tight enough he pulled some out, covered my mouth so I couldn't scream for help and went so hard he bruised my hips.. I couldn't sit/ bend my body for a few days after that. Everywhere in that house was full of reminders that my body wasn't mine. It wasn't just forcing me to have sex either, he would force me to give him blow jobs/ hand jobs and randomly pin me against things and grope me just to prove he could any time he wanted. If my parents weren't home and we were watching something that had a sex scene in it (or if it wasn't on already he would put something on) he would openly touch himself to it in front of me.. it truly was a game for him. I would sit on the shower floor for hours with the water as hot as it would go, scrubbing my skin raw, but I never felt clean enough. No matter what I did or how hard I tried I couldn't wash him off of me.. I became so numb to it because it was happening at least weekly, but sometimes daily that I thought that was all I was good for was my body and what people could do to it. After a while I had opened up to my first girlfriend about it my freshman year of high school and started to feel like maybe I wasn't at fault. I never told anyone the full extent of what he had done and been doing to me because I felt dirty and ashamed for letting it happen to me. Talking about it, even just a little bit gave me some comfort though; no one could truly understand how I felt because they hadn't gone through it themselves, but them just listening and making me feel heard was comforting. Somehow it got out at school and CPS was called again (they had previously been called for physical abuse I endured from my parents; mostly my mother and they didn’t even bother to investigate when she gave me a black eye) along with my mother to the school. I thought it was weird, but made my way down.. when I rounded the corner, I could hear her voice, and I froze in my tracks. There's that feeling again.. Sure enough, when I walked through the front office doors I could see a group of people in the conference room; my principle, my counselor, the school phycologist I had been seeing for "sessions" like a therapist (although I never told her about this because she told my mother EVERYTHING) two CPS workers and my mother. As my gaze met with my mother’s I began to feel like my stomach was going to fall out of my butt at any moment and she just stared at me with those soulless eyes she always looked at me with. Of course, she remembered we were at the school, plastered on a big smile on and greeted me like I was her precious baby who she missed so much. "Do you know why we've called you down here?" I just sat there silently with tears rolling down my cheeks while the adults talked like I wasn't there. When it finally came out "what exactly did you say your brother has been doing to you?" all I could do was look at my mother, crying and saying, "I didn't say anything I promise!" I never said the rumors weren't true or that he never did anything I only ever said "I didn't say anything" and yet no one noticed they just saw a child crying hysterically, listened to my mother and blew it off that I was being dramatic and looking for attention. Somehow my father never found out about any of this and there was no further investigation, no examinations and no reports.. this was the SECOND time CPS failed me. He continued to do this to me until I got kicked out at 18 (or as my mother likes to say that I ran away) because instead of going back when she told me I could I stayed out. The first time I chose to have sex at the age of 16 I not only did it with someone I didn't love, but I had to get high to do it. When I got home, I sat on the floor of the shower, with it as hot as it would go and just sobbed while the water ran over my back. I thought it would be different if I wanted to do it, that I would like it, and it would make me feel better, but I hated it and mentally I couldn’t take it. I was self-harming in more ways than one and made several attempts on my life.. but any time I was with someone, or someone flirted with me I threw my body at them because I thought that's all I was good for and all anyone truly wanted. I was high most of the time, especially when I had sex, and I really didn’t care what happened to me anymore. Then I met my husband when I was 18.. the wonderful man that he is; we’ve been together 15 years, married for going on two and he’s healing something he didn’t break and makes me feel safe. There's a fire that burns within me that is fueled by so much anger.. I will forever be changed by what my brother did to me and for the lack of protection from someone who should have protected me, but chose to protect my abuser instead. I’ve spent years battling my own mind trying to stay here in spite of them; I still struggle with my self- harming in pretty much all the ways I used to along with other attempts on my life and constantly wanting to end it/ feeling like my boys deserve better than me. This is the first time I've ever fully told anyone about what he did.. not even my husband knows the full story because I didn't want to burden him with the weight of my pain. This pain has been weighing on my soul all my life and I just can't take it anymore; I'm drowning in it. I've blamed myself for so long and I feel so alone.. I feel like I'm damaged goods, like I'm broken. So, I've come here as a 30 something year old, with the encouragement and support of my therapist and my amazing husband to tell my story.. grammatical/ spelling errors and all. I wish to break the generational trauma for my son, so he never has to heal from his childhood and to heal from what’s left me broken; My boys deserve the best version of me. Even though it will probably never be seen by anyone but me, this is me taking back my power from him.. weather it ruins his life or not because he deserves to lay in the bed he made. I may never get justice for his actions and I'm not even really sure what that would look like for me, but I'm a survivor none the less. Thankfully I'm learning day by day that what he did to me wasn't my fault it was his (partly my mother’s for letting it continue) and that I deserved so much better. I didn't deserve any of this. I deserved a mother that believed me, loved me and protected me when I needed it. I deserve to heal, be loved and feel happiness. Most of all I deserved to be able to keep my innocence..

I was just starting outpatient therapy. She had texted me telling me she was “pent up”. She came to me asking for “help with it”. I didn’t want to lose her so I obliged. Seconds before she had called me. I was crying because I didn’t want to Do it, but I didn’t want to disappoint. Months later, she told me whenever we were just beginning to talk she had “done stuff” While we were on call without me knowing. She said she thought it was funny. I don’t think it’s funny. I think it’s vile and disgusting.

schools fail to continue to teach students the importance of saying no when faced with peer pressure, whether it's during class and/or on Campus (if both parties attend College and live at the dorms) Abroad, girls still aren't protected from abuse. And as it is, most can still carry the risk of becoming a mother on her 15th birthday.

What happened to me occurred back on date, although I met this guy back in 2018 where I was in my early 20's & he was in his mid-20's. I've seen him on the bus on my way to school, but didn't really talked to him until he initiated a conversation with me back in date where our public transportation rides & friendship started. Overtime, I've grown to get used to him being around & bump into him a few times while going to school & going back home since we would go the same direction back & forth although we would later be in the same university after I transferred from cc. Once we got comfortable with each other, I developed feelings for him when I didn't want to for fear of being hurt. Once we got to hanging out outside of school & public transportation, his behavior towards me changed once I opened up about myself & also tried to get to know him as well. Looking back, it started out as harassment where he would force me to kiss him even though he only wanted to be my friend back in Nov. of 2019. I didn't know it would later get worse after trying to hangout with him again back in Dec of that same year after telling him my feelings. He never took it seriously & only wanted one thing after dealing with disappointments from past relationships while wanting something more casual, which he wasn't clear about through his mis-matched words & actions. That night then became my worst nightmare since he had no regards for my feelings or boundaries. That night I felt violated since he would called it a "hangout" when it was really🍇. It was my first intimate encounter, but it wasn't out of my own freewill. After graduating, life became more rough & the journey to move forward from the pain was difficult since I've been stuck trying to get a jump start on my career ever since. Currently, I'm seeking therapy to find ways to cope with what happened to me on this rough path to survivorship. Had I had known what would happen...I would've avoided him at all costs & in turn, avoided my trauma.

I grew up thinking that my body was not my own. I experienced child sexual assault and rape all before the age of 14 and that shaped how I viewed my body and the world around me. It took years, almost a decade, before I would seek therapy and try to start my healing journey. I felt so disgusting in my own body and it made it hard for me to have romantic relationships. Therapy has really been helpful and sometimes I still feel that discomfort in my body but I am learning everyday that what happened to me is not my fault. I also have grown to learn that there are bad people out here and that there is nothing that I did to deserve what happened to me. Although my abuser is free to roam the world as if he didn't harm me and my rapist is free to live his life as if he didn't rape me -- I find peace in knowing that I am healing despite what they did to me.

I'm being targeted by a group of men from various races who follow me everywhere I go, including doctors' appointments, banks, grocery stores, and churches. They invade my personal space, standing uncomfortably close behind me, and when I turn around, they respond with hostile gazes before walking away. I suspect they've installed hidden cameras in my home, as they always seem to know my whereabouts and arrive at my destinations simultaneously. They've hacked into my phone, sending messages about my personal life and deleting them afterwards. This ordeal began when a police officer, who I rejected romantically, threatened to tarnish my reputation and follow me everywhere as a form of revenge. He even claimed his police connections are worldwide and the only way out is to comply with his demands or consider suicide. With my family either passed away or forced to leave the state due to constant harassment, I'm left alone in City with my son. Despite fearing for our lives, especially during traffic stops that could turn deadly, I must find the courage to share my story and raise awareness about gang stalking.

Hello, It's been awhile. In November 2019 I worked in a political office and there was harassment daily. Before I knew it I was attacked and forced to do things I was not willing to do. I never did seek justice ⚖️. I didn't want to be in harms way. After that I went through counseling therapy and I thought I would never work again. 6 months later I needed employment and it happened again. That was posted on the internet. It work in a corporation and I work in hospitality and I walk in shame daily. Not knowing who has seen me. I've been called a Crack head etc. by my coworkers. I've been called numerous name calling daily. I continue to walk with my head up and keep confidence. Sometimes people don't understand what it's like. I've never used drugs nor drink. I was vulnerable and extremely in fear of power. And so alone no support system because I feel other's would never understand. My triggers are hit daily and I just want love empathy support without shame or judgment.

Hello beautiful souls. I appreciate being able to release the past even more with some of my story. I now see the unhealthy pattern I was living but didn’t understand it at the time. I had been married & divorced at 26, then married & widowed at 29. My first husband was my high school sweetheart who came from a lot of dysfunction & had anger issues. My second husband had been in the Marines for 6 years & came back with PTSD & had a drinking problem. He had gotten married & divorced before we got together. During our marriage I saw his problems with alcohol in a big way. He got physically abusive one evening & I left shortly after. He attempted suicide with over 100 pills & was in a coma for three months before dying. A year later I accepted a job offer & moved from California to Miami. I was 30 & found a wonderful new life & great friends. Five years later I met a professional guy who seemed so wonderful. We married 6 months later & had two daughters within 3 years. I wanted to go back to California where all my family was. He didn’t support that & things went down hill for the next year. He had started drinking a lot. I told him I wanted to separate. One night he came to our bedroom drunk & said he wanted one last “good one” if it was over. He held his fist over my face. The girls were across the hall asleep. I never argued in front of them & didn’t want them to wake up scared if he got crazy so I just gave in. He tried again later that night but finally left when I threatened to contact his father about what he’d done. I had angels all along though. I divorced him & had a wonderful intuitive judge who gave me full custody after a difficult divorce including court ordered counseling. So it’s no wonder I suppose that I haven’t been big on relationships but I do see that I had lots of lessons to learn in this life. Now I’m a Reiki practitioner & have found my purpose & so much healing. I love healing others now & I’m grateful for all the lessons I needed to find my power & my authentic self. I think I’d call it clarity💗

When I was just about a year sober, I was sexually assaulted on the street early one Saturday evening walking to my regular AA meeting to make coffee for the group. I don’t remember the exact date, it was over 35 years ago, and I am still sober, although I welcomed medical cannabis back into my life in 2018, and I chose to let go of AA in 2020, because even during the almost 30 years I was abstinent from cannabis I was an outspoken proponent of harm reduction and full legalization and reparations, and opponent to the resistance of most AA members to fully embrace AA’s own tradition of respecting the individual medical decisions of its members, and our right to talk in groups about everything that impacts our spiritual well-being and by extension, recovery from alcoholism. I think it’s important to say this here because this is not just a story about an assault, or a sexual assault, it is about how we cope with the immediate events of grief and trauma as adults, and live with whatever the aftermath might be. And for me, because of how it all happened at that moment in time, this frightening event did not leave me with lasting trauma. I won this particular fight, and I share my story because I want other young women especially to know they too can win. You can win a physical fight against a sexual assailant, with no training, and a little luck. The luckiest components of my story are that my assailant never showed a weapon, and in the aftermath it seems he was not stalking me, it was a random attack. I was also always fairly strong for a very average size woman, and in good shape, walking 10-15 miles a week and waitressing back then. It was January or February at dusk, crisp and cold with patches of ice on the sidewalks still and snow on the grass in some places. The bus let me off on the main street of town and I had a ten minute walk over to the church where our group was meeting in an hour or so, and the sky was still bright as the sun set behind the trees ahead of me. The side street forked just past the bike trail over an Old Dominion rail line, with an empty field on my side of the street and on the right a row of houses locked up tight against the cold. I heard footsteps echo behind me, nothing unusual, until it sounded like he was starting to jog. My spidey sense twitched but after years sharing the byways with joggers, on top of the bike trail, I chose not to turn and look. In a second he was on me, right arm around my neck, left hand rising between my legs, under my long, narrow denim skirt, to graze my crotch. I heard myself yelling in a few bursts, grabbed his arm with both hands and dropped to my right knee, throwing him off me. He stumbled and took off running to the left past the church, and I never saw his face. I crossed the fork on the echoing street, the houses to my right dark and silent still, and ran up across the long lawn to lock myself in the church. I called the police on the pay phone in the basement pre-school hallway and my AA friends began to arrive long before the police did. Being me, of course I told my AA friends what happened immediately. I was surrounded by people who even if they did not love me supported me as someone in recovery, and there were a few who were already good friends, and some who would remain so for decades. I was not met with a single expression of disbelief or criticism. Someone asked me if I was thinking about drinking, and the answer was an easy no. I was relieved of the obsession and compulsion to drink in my first few days of sobriety in AA, and although I was unsure of myself and still had a healthy fear of drinking I did not struggle with the desire to drink, then or since. In that I am simply luckier than some, and no more virtuous than any other. When the police arrived, I already had an awareness that the circumstances of my experience, sober, surrounded by dozens of other sober people in a church basement on a Saturday night, to which I possessed the keys, in addition to my relatively “modest” clothes that cold night and being a young, white woman, meant that I was being treated as what was commonly called a “righteous” victim, the opposite of most people’s experience with both law enforcement and community. If it had been a summer night, and I was wearing my red heels with no stockings and a mini skirt, it is easy to see how it all could have been so different. And it shouldn’t be. The police called out the dogs and lost his trail in the snow near the hotel a few blocks away. I had to change my routine because we had no way of knowing if he was a stalker. I didn’t stop walking anywhere, just when and which way sometimes. And I never ignore my spidey sense now. Being assaulted that day was never in any way, shape or form my fault, and I knew it in my bones and it fueled my intuitive fight. By reminding myself that my spidey sense is perfectly trustworthy, and talking about it openly in my recovery, I have been able to walk the streets without fear ever since. Another reason for that was the immediate, unconditional acceptance and love I experienced from my community in the moments, hours and years following. It has given me strength to face down a few more bullies in the years since then too.

As a child I was left vulnerable by abuse, neglect and sexual assault. I’ve been telling my story in my blog and on livestream but there is one story I particular that I feel a deep cry to find other victims. I was 15 years old and school had just ended for the Summer. A boy I know, he was my tech class helper. He often would offer me extra help on my assignments. Getting closer. Around school we would be flirty. Prior to school ending that year he asked me for my number. For whatever reason I gave him my home landline instead of my cell phone. Days after school got out he called and asked if I could come hang out with him and his friend. It was his friends birthday. My dad didn’t want to give me permission or say no so he told me to call my mom. I told my mom a little white lie and got permission to go out till 11pm. The boys buttered me up with flattery as we made our way to what was said to be the one guys’ house. When we arrived we talked a little bit about where we go to school and who we know. I mostly asked about my family that went to the same school as the boy I had just met. We began to play truth or dare, eventually I was naked and this boy whom I just met asked me to have sex. I agreed but I didn’t want to. I was scared and it would have been my first time, because I was scared the boy was not able to penetrate me but he kept trying. Eventually I told him to stop and put the lights on. When the lights were put on two guys I didn’t know were there game out of the closet. One I recognized from student council at school and the other, I didn’t know, seem a little older and was naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist. There was one more boy I didn’t know was there that came out from under the bed. I felt humiliated and hugged a pillow against my naked body. I demanded they all get out and so they did. I was trying to get dressed but they had stolen my underwear. The boy I knew, the one that I had liked, walked me half way home. I didn’t want my parents to see him. He kept asking if I was really going to have sex, and I kept avoiding giving any sort of answer. I didn’t want to admit I was scared. He then asked if I was going to tell anyone. I said “no” and asked “why?”. He said “because it feels rapey”. I asked what was happening and he told me it was called “a cinema” and it’s where guys watch while one guy has sex with a girl and she doesn’t know they’re there and then they switch places without her knowing. Because a group of guys agreed to and code named their act of gang rape I know it is a thing that was being done, not just a one time fluke and because they chose cinema, I also know that they do it for entertainment. 3 years later when I was 18 a friend from work and school, although I had already graduated asked me to go to a party. I went home, changed and asked my housemate if she wanted to come and so she came along. When I arrived my friend was highly antoxicated, and she was the only female at this party in a house of around 20 men who all played for th same hockey team. Her boyfriend and her friend were trying to get her to leave but she wouldn’t. Her boyfriend’s friend tried to appeal to me telling me I don’t know what these guys do. The hockey team was not allowing them in the party and chased them off down the street. Eventually they gave up and the night went on. I found the hockey team to be quite obnoxious and I didn’t have the mentality to deal with it. I looked at my housemate who wasn’t having a good time and asked if she wanted to go. I said “okay, let me get (my friends name)” my friend refused to leave. I felt it in my gut that I shouldn’t leave her but I left with my housemate. The next morning my friend’s mom showed up to my apartment demanding to know where her daughter was. I thought I was being a good friend by saying “I don’t know”. Her mom kept saying “she’s only 17!”. It only recently dawned on me that she was likely a victim of the cinema but she never confirmed it or denied it to me. Because of my friend, because it kills me to think about the young people I love could be victims, I am telling my story. I hope by telling my story it empowers other victims to come forward so that together we can try to prevent another generation from being victimized. Thank you.

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.

Welcome to Florida ?! I am a NYer, born and bread, and having relocated to Tampa makes me truly realize what being a resilient feminist NYer really means! I never thought in my Wildest Nightmares that making a fresh start on my own in a new state would be the most horrifying experience of police brutality and sexual violence a woman could ever endure. Shattered Humanity!!! Scare tactics, threats, emotional abuse and trauma have been my experience from day 1 and it has been relentless. My only saving grace is my work as a corporate executive from NYC which is backed by a 30 year career. In spite of my horrific adversities, I have accomplished, going forward, becoming a writer/author, podcaster, women's rights activist and elementary/special needs teacher. All of which I am immensely proud of. Just to bring you up to scope, I was Baker Acted twice by the police, first time for demanding a rape kit and the second time for advocating for it. And here I am, 2 rape kits later and having survived an extended period of time being sexually assaulted and brutalized in my home. The Intentional Emotional Abuse inflicted upon me at the hands of my rapist from the start has been unspeakable. Their has never been any justice from the corruption I have endured, no matter how many lawyers I've reached out to in order to plead my case whether based in Florida or New York. I refuse to come to terms with the fact that my assailant/rapist will never be stopped. He is still at large, has may other victims besides myself, some of whom I happen to know, works in law enforcement, and is protected by those in uniform. He is hacked into all of my technology and tracks my every move. My home security system is barricading my front door with 5 dining room chairs so he can not break in and rape me in my sleep like has has done countless times before. His daily torments bring me to tears constantly and I have been hospitalized in emergency for chronic chest pains and abdominal pain several times a month from all the stress and anxiety of my situation. I've also had 2 gynecological surgeries due to the aftermath of what he has done to me. For any woman who has endured this type of intentional mental cruelty, sexual violence, intimidation and exploitation, my deepest sympathies and prayers to you. Know that you are NOT ALONE. My advice to you is never give up on yourself, be relentless in telling your story AND NEVER EVER GIVE UP YOUR POWER. You are a HUMAN BEING and you Deserve to be RESPECTED and TREASURED. Thank you for listening. God Speed.

Name: Triumph Over Tragedy City, GA AIDS survivor and motivational speaker Name has a profound story that heals hearts. As a screenwriter, playwright, poet, Gospel songwriter, and author, she crafts riveting truths about love, life, and relationships, mirroring her trials. Name has faced abuse, addiction, domestic violence, suicide, and sexual assault. At the age of 21, Name was sexually assaulted by a stranger, and ten years later, she was date assaulted by two men she was dating, one of them being one of the assaulters. Despite these hardships, she committed her life to God, becoming celibate in 2000. Diagnosed with HIV in 2010 and progressing to AIDS in 2013, she defied the odds, with her AIDS status having been healed since 2014. Her films, available on Amazon Prime, and her stage play, performed in City, showcase her resilience. Name continues to inspire through her faith, therapy, and the support of her daughters. Follow Name on Instagram and Facebook for more of her inspiring journey. Name is a multitalented speaker, writer, and inventor featured in movies, plays, books, and online articles. Her films feature Hollywood talents such as Robin Givens and Paula Jai Parker. Learn more at [Name's website] (Link).

When I was 18 and away at my first semester of college I was gang raped at gunpoint. My PTSD started one year later. I had a very difficult time with work and relationships. I was never able to get married or have children.

Sexual violence is not foreign to my Black Queer body, despite my inability to always verbalize the violence that I have endured. My first experience of sexual violence started at the age of seven. Despite the trauma endured, I am resilient and the possible of healing. Throughout life I have learned the value of advocating for self and discovering true community. I am proud to share my story and to help those who desire healing just as I did/do.