He told me he loved me after four days of 'dating'. This didn't seem strange me, I felt like I 'loved' him too. He was the first boy who had ever shown me undivided, absolute, interest, and the fact he was 17 seemed to make me feel like I'd struck the jackpot even more.
When I tried to approach him about it, he told me that "If I really loved him, this should be okay." My 16-year old self believed him. I thought it was love.
He poured a full can of cake on my head, spat in my face and my ear and threw a glass bottle on my head. I tried to get out of the house but each time he dragged me back in strangling me in the process.
My mother called the cops as we walked the mile long drive way we had. It took them an hour to respond to us. My father got locked up and we were moved to a domestic violence shelter.
My ex physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually abused me. I got away but still haunted every day
I was made to believe that I wasn't enough and that I would never be enough. He made me push away my family member, and push away my friends until I had nothing, and then he pulled the rug from under my feet.
I met a man who was pure evil. I was black and blue the entire 6 months I had to be with him. I wasn't allowed to wear anything besides old t-shirts, makeup, and couldn't fix my hair. I wasn't allowed to talk to male waiters or cashiers.
his did not stop his attack, we made our way through kitchen and I was able to push him away and open back door. He yanked me back and I thought he broke my collar bone as I felt a snap
She never believed the abuse he inflicted. I told her the reason I stayed was because he threatened to commit suicide. She set me free. She told me he had been on this path his entire life and he would do it with or without me as the reason
The reason I’m sharing this is to be a warning to teens, kids, parents that this happens and that you need to be careful who you’re talking to online and if you’re going through something like this that you aren’t alone. This has been so hard to write but it’s something I had to do
I was sent a link to a creepy website by a school friend and fellow victim, where people shared nudes without consent, and stalked those who wouldn't send nudes. I wouldn't send nudes, as it's not my thing and I have a partner.
This friend stole my Facebook photos and uploaded them without my consent.
I was getting bullied, my mother didn’t seem to care, and I was alone with no one to talk to and no one to help me. I overdosed on pain medications. After being taken to the hospital the next morning and treated, the doctors asked me why, they wanted to put me in a psych ward. I said nothing. Now I’m 18 years old, I’m finally speaking out.
He called and begged me not to leave him because he was really going to do it this time. I talked to his mom but she didn’t believe it and thought I was bad for her son because I was making him depressed. After that he started getting worse and started hitting me and putting me down about everything.
I told my boyfriend, who banned me from going out and eventually broke up with me as he thought I was a liar who was trying to find an excuse for cheating on him. I have never cheated on anyone in my life and what hurt me more than the experience was that no one believed me.
He had sworn on his children’s lives that night that if I met him one more time to talk, that he wouldn’t abuse me. I didn’t take anything with me because he was known for breaking phones like nothing, and taking my house keys from me so I couldn’t go home
I should have went to the police or something then but I was in such shock I didn't know what to do. It all happened so fast. Sometimes it's not a stranger, sometimes it's someone who becomes one right in front of your eyes.
I was scared, but under the influence so I blamed myself. I remember him taking my phone and messaging my friends telling them to ‘fuck off’ and ‘leave his girl alone’. I was not his girl, and those were my friends. We only knew each other a short weekend before
I got into this relationship with an open heart not knowing it would be an abusive one, it started off as a normal relationship but after a few weeks there were warning signs, he would be controlling on what I wear, who I hung about with
We began seeing each other more regularly at his friend’s apartment - or so I thought. Twice every week we would meet and go have sex, cuddle, talk, leave and go grab a coffee and then go on our ways. I started seeing some red flags when we went to Starbucks.
The first time was after an intense argument. He pushed me against my front door and forced me inside. I submitted because I thought that’s just how sex was supposed to happen.
