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He finished off on my back when I had said no by Anonymous

He finished off on my back when I had said no

I dated a guy for a couple of months. one night when we had gotten home from a party, we went to bed slightly drunk. He said he wanted to have sex, but i was too tired, I told him I’d rather sleep. He tried to convince me to do it and I finally agreed on giving him a handjob. I started doing it but it felt wrong. I told him I was sorry but I really didn’t feel like it. he got a bit irritated. I turned my back on him and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. I felt him jerking off on my back. I felt super filthy and at the same time angry when I left his home the morning after. He totally crossed my line.


Raped by a 12-step member by Anonymous

Raped by a 12-step member by

I was raped by a member in the 12-step program who I considered my friend. I was also in the program so it was a huge violation of trust. When I reported I was not believed. I was also an international student at that time so it was very hard for me to do the legal things. I couldn’t continue working with my mentor at college, which made it harder for me to get accepted to doctoral programs. It shattered my life at that time. The person denied and lied to our common friends.


Alone in crowded streets of Paris by Viyan

Alone in crowded streets of Paris by Viyan

Me and a friend were walking through central Paris. France has just won a football game and qualified for the next round of the W-cup. The streets were filled with people, cars were driving around, stereos on max, some even with people on the roofs waving the french flag. As we are walking one of the cars, a white van, slowed down and a man starts screaming at me. I don’t remember what he said. I tried to make him understand that i was not interested and that he should just drive on. Then i heard the door slam and i knew, without looking back, that he had stopped and jumped out. Soon i a felt his hand on my shoulder. He was talking but i can’t remember what he was saying. I turned around. Infront of me was the biggest human being I have ever seen. His hand still on my shoulder was the size of my head. I feelt fear, shame, anger, panic, surreality and just wtf. I told him something in lines of not touching me and leaving me alone while walking away. But he persisted. Followed after me kept on touching me. My friend was in chock unable to be of any help. None in the streets seemed to react either. I yelled at him tried to fight his hands of but he was so strong and just huge. I started to be really scared. It was not just the normal everyday inconvience anymore, I realised that if he decided he could just lift me up and through me into the van(someone was driving it slowly along the sidewalk following us) and there would be nothing i could do. I was wearing a light summer dress. He hand managed to get under my dress and between my legs. I froze. Then I turned around to face him. Yelled at him louder. Streched out my arms to keep him away from me. Started to kick towards him. It all felt so helpless though, so fucking scary and surreal cause i as very aware that he was so much stronger. This is all happening in the midst of huge crowd. none stopped. Then another car stopped across the street from us. i thought they would help. it turned out to be a car full of young guys who started to point at us and laugh, look she is trying to kick him in her flip-flops, she stands no chance. the absurdity of this woke me up a bit and anger took over instead of panic. i kicked as hard as i could and hit him straight on his shin. this made him let go of me with both his gigantic hands and touch his leg instead. as soon as i was free of his grip i took my friends armed and we walked away. As fast as we could. what gives me chills until today is that feeling of total hopelessness, that he had all the power, and the surreality of it all happening among so many people.


If you’ve been sexually harassed or assaulted write ‘me too’ as a reply to this tweet

If you’ve been sexually harassed or assaulted write ‘me too’ as a reply to this tweet


today is the day… by Grace

today is the day… by Grace

today is the day the truth comes out. after hearing many stories of women being sexually harassed, abused, raped, etc. i have decided to tell my story. i was only 4 years old. my parents were going out to dinner and left my brother and i with a babysitter, who shall remain unnamed. the babysitter, we’ll call him t, was about 15 at the time. he was a relatively good person for all i know up until this night. t asked me to come upstairs for a surprise. being four and vulnerable, i followed. my brother, who was only 6, didn’t have a clue what was happening. as i followed t upstairs, i was really excited for the surprise. when we got to my room, t laid down and pulled down his pants. to spare some details, i will keep it somewhat clean. he made me put my hand down his pants and touch whatever was down there. not knowing it was and feeling very uncomfortable, i told him i don’t know what this is. he made me do it again and again. feeling super uncomfortable, i tried to run out of the room but he ran after me and grabbed me, making me do it more. after a while, i don’t know how long, we came down stairs and i was just petrified. about a year later, my mother and father were talking about going out again. they were talking about having t come and babysit again. that’s when i said no. my mom asked why and i told her everything. me, a five year old, went to court. i had to tell the judges everything about that day. it was very scary for me but i did it. to this day, those memories still haunt me, and i think of them everyday. i pray to those men and women who are harassed, abused and raped daily and don’t have a voice. we need to start making the world a safer environment so that another 4 year old doesn’t have the same experience or even raped daily and don’t have a voice. we l need to start making the world a safer environment so that another 4 year old 7 doesn’t have the same experience or even worse. @Grace


Title by Anonymous

Title by Anonymous

I was fourteen years old, there was a guy in school who constantly bullied and sexually harassed both me and a couple of my friends. He used to grab me and hold me down and start touching me, scream out sexual insults and threats about violence whenever he would see me. Many girls including myself feared him but whenever the teachers would see it with their own eyes or when we would bring up complaints they would just justify it by saying that “he just does because he likes you” and there were never any consequences for him.


At Dinner with the Pig by Sarah

At Dinner with the Pig by Sarah

I spent an exchange year at the Swedish School in Paris and stayed with a host family. I was 17 years old, my French at that point was inexistent and I spent most dinners talking with the father in the family, a man in his late 50’s who worked as the CEO of a an American company based in Paris. He was always very friendly with me. One day he entered my room as I was getting undressed to hand me the phone. After that night he started touching me inappropriately sexually, letting his hand lay on my thigh etc. It took me a while to admit to myself what was going on and I felt so horrible about it and asked myself whether I had somehow caused it. I spent more and more time at friends houses in order to avoid being alone with him. One morning when I came home I realized that he was the only one at the house and I quickly went downstairs to the kitchen to try to leave as soon as I could, unfortunately he heard me and came out from his office. He started talking to me and went up to hug me from behind and started kissing my neck and the side of my face. I froze for a couple of seconds in shock and fear, and tried to free myself but he held me really hard and pressed his crotch against


At work… by Charlotte

At work… by Charlotte

When I was 24 years old I got a job in PR with a large luxury car company just outside of Paris. I and English guy were the only two foreigners in the comm team and we sometimes had lunch together. One day I ran into him and a couple of older managers at the company in the hallway. One of senior managers made a joke about how I was dressed, asked me to wear a skirt more often and said that everyone in the office wanted to have sex with me. Everyone laughed loud at the poor joke and comments, especially loud was the laughter from the more junior colleagues including the guy who I considered a friend.
I didn’t bring it up with my boss as I had already been approached on the internal messaging system by one of the guys from the IT department a couple of days earlier where he had asked me to sleep with him as he had been nice enough to drop me off at the train station earlier that week(!)… apparently saying “thank you” had not been enough. I had already brought up the unwanted advances by the IT-guy with my boss and saw from his facial expression that I was the one causing problems so I didn’t even consider bringing up the sexist jokes. I was mostly ashamed and humiliated about what had happened.


Me too by America Ferrera

Me too.

First time I can remember being sexually
assaulted I was 9 years old. I told no one and
lived with the shame and guilt thinking all along
that l, a 9 year old child, was somehow
responsible for the actions of a grown man. I had
to see this man on a daily basis for years to
come. He would smile at me and wave, and I
would hurry past him, my blood running cold, my
guts carrying the burden of what only he & I
knew- that he expected me to shut my mouth
and smile back.

Ladies, let’s break the silence so the next
generation of girls won’t have to live with this
bullshit.

Source: America Ferrera