I was raped for the second time a couple weeks ago by a friend. We were walking back to the dorms together and I thought he was my friend. I reminded him time and time again I wanted to wait until marriage. Well we had been drinking. I passed out by the time we got back to my room. I woke up and felt him inside of me. Why would God put me through this twice? Does this make me impure? Since I was a child I wanted to wait until marriage and now Iíve been raped twice. I donít know what to do and I canít find a bible verse to tell me I am still pure... I donít know what to do.
by ls on 3 May 2005
I had been best friends with "Jill" for six years, so I was so happy for her when she got married. Two years and one child later, I was visiting from another town and they invited me to stay with them. Around three in the morning, "Jason" was standing next to my bed. All of a sudden he climbs in and starts whispering in my ear then starts kissing me. Before I knew what was happening, he was assaulting me. I tried and tried to make him quit, but there was nothing I could do. I left and went to the police. They came after him the next morning and he was charged with the rape. He managed to convince "Jill" that I was the one who wanted him, and I felt bad because of what had happened. It's been almost three years and she has never spoken to me since. They are still together, that's the part that really makes my stomach turn.
by lizzieon 2 May 2005
Iím 15 years old right now and I was raped when I was 13. I was raped by someone who said that they loved me very much and would never hurt me. It was a week before my birthday party and I was at my boyfriendís house and we were just chilling on the couch watching a scary movie. He started kissing me and rubbing himself on me. I told him to stop and he did. I went to his room to lie down so I closed the door and lay down. I heard someone open the door and it was him. He said he just wanted to lay down with me so I let him. A couple of seconds later he tied me to the railing on the bed and started pulling my pants off. I screamed and I told him to stop but he kept doing it. Then when he was done I told him to stop but he kept doing it. When he was finished he told me if I told anybody what had happened he would kill me.
by melyssaon 2 May 2005
When I started reading these I wasn't going to share anything, because what happened to me seems so mild in comparison, but I feel like I want to anyway.
When I was 4 years old some family friends were over. My mom and another mom left, and my dad and his friend were in another room playing on the computer. My brother, who was 7 or 8, was playing with me and this other boy, "Ron", who was about 13. My brother left the room to go play with my dad and his friend on the computer, I think, leaving me alone with Ron. Everything is very hazy, seeing as this was 13 years ago (I'm 17 now), but I remember him making me pull my underwear down. Then he started to touch me, but I pulled away and told him that it tickled. So he said, "Then I'll do it softer" and I remember thinking that that would just make it tickle more. My brother kept coming in and out of the room, and I think a couple times he caught me pulling up my underwear and so knew something wrong was happening. My father never came and checked on us. If my mom was there she would have and this might have never happened. I have a lot of resentment toward my dad because of that.
My brother and I, according to my mom, were talking about it the next morning, and my mom overheard us and made us tell her what happened. Being so young, I don't remember all that happened, but my mom says that he did say he was sorry. It turned out that he had been abusing his sister, who was mute and otherwise mentally challenged, for a long time. After what happened to me, it came out about him abusing her and the abuse stopped. So, while it wasn't good that I was molested, at least it stopped the abuse of his sister. I can only imagine her pain.
A year or so later, when I was probably 5, my best friend (who was also 5) was spending the night. We were in my bed and she had me pull my underwear down. Then she started to kiss my private parts, but it was really weird and I had her stop. I moved away and have lost contact with her, but I still wonder what on earth would make a 5 year old little girl want to do that to another little girl?
I am so thankful that I've never been raped, and that the abuse was not continual. But I still know and understand those feelings that come with sexual abuse...the confusion, anger, hurt, sadness, depression...and the what if's and whyís. What if my mom had stayed? Why didn't my dad come check on me? I can only try to deal with it and move on. If you are reading this, I'm glad, because you have taken a big step in looking for help. DON'T ignore it. Seek therapy and help. It feels so much better to tell someone. And if this is happening to you now, TELL SOMEONE! I know how hard that is, but this is happening too much, especially to children. It is an epidemic. By telling someone, you may be preventing the abuse of another victim. The point is SPEAK UP. Don't be silent any longer. You deserve to have justice served.
by Rachelle on 2 May 2005
I was only 4 years old. One of my good friends who was a boy, and a year older than me, and who was my pre school teacherís son, always took me under the big slide, where no one could see anything. He told me to pull down my pants so he could put sand in my underwear. I thought ďokĒ, Iíll try. So I did. He did this daily, and always used to touch me there, too. I thought "this is wrong" and told him no. But he said "come on, its fun", and said he wouldnít be my friend if I didnít. Finally, when he graduated kindergarden, it was over. But I still remember. I was a scared 4 year old that couldnít do anything, and now I am a scared 14 year old thatís scared that I canít do anything. In middle school, when I entered 6th grade, he was in 7th grade at my school. Finally, I am in 8th grade, and heís in 9th. He goes to the high school I would like to go to. And I am scared. This is the first time I have ever shared it, and I am glad I did.
by yaelbow on 2 May 2005
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