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12 years ago
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I was 23, or almost 23. My best friend and I had moved into a house that was very close to the Austin Peay campus...so that I could walk to my classes, since I didn't have a vehicle yet. It was literally one and a half streets over.
After my last class of the day, I went to the library. My friend texted me while she was there and said she was going to go on to her new boyfriend's house, some 30 minutes out of the city. I was okay with that. Despite being so close to campus, it wasn't the best neighborhood, plus, though it was fall, it was still pretty hot at night and we didn't have central heat and air.
I think it was a Friday night, because the library closed at 2 AM, and I wasn't worried about getting home and getting sleep. I left the library as it closed and took my time walking home, stopping to admire the water fountain by the science building and take some pictures.
I then continued my leisurely walk, when I heard noise behind me. I turned and saw a figure, but chose to pay him no mind. I then continued on, when I heard a voice call out from behind me.
I stopped and turned and he jogged up to me and flashed his ID, saying his name was Junior. It was too dark to see the ID at all, but I just nodded. He must've been watching me for a while, because I remember him asking something about if I had a camera. Anyway, after a bit, he followed me towards the house, asking to use my phone. Knowing what it was to be without one, I obliged. As we reached the house, he asked for a glass of water, while he sat on the steps. I said sure, and went inside to get him the water.
When I came back out, he was gone. Not a trace of him around. Nor any sight of my phone.
Upset, mostly because this was a new phone, I locked the house back up and walked back across campus to the campus police.
The campus police were of little help. They said since the theft occurred off-campus, the Clarksville police would have to be called in. While I waited for the Clarksville police to arrive, I called my friend and let her know what happened, and since the phone was on her account, she called Verizon to have the phone suspended for lost/stolen.
When the Clarksville police arrived, I couldn't give a decent description, since it had been dark, and I'm bad at descriptions as well. Furthermore, they disbelieved my story because Verizon was able to suspend the phone so quickly.
So after that fiasco, I went home and was just laying down for sleep, when there was a knock on the door. I got up and went to the door.
It was Junior. Perhaps it was my naivete, or my tired mind, but, thinking he was going to give my phone back, I opened the door.
He walked right in.
Over the course of the rest of the night, he cooked food on our stove, took me into our bathroom, made me look in the mirror, and told me I was beautiful, tried to fondle my breasts, sat on my bedroom floor with me (we didn't have beds yet), and listened to me talk about God.
I think my talking about God is the only thinking that kept me from getting raped. Even then, he kept touching my legs, despite me expressing my discomfort with this verbally, and brushing his hands off.
Sometime after dawn, when school buses started running, he finally left. But not before he insisted on a hug and, when I complied, trying to get him to go away, he held me in an iron grip and tried to kiss me. It took all my strength to break free, and even then, he only let go because he wanted to.
I waited for my friend to get home and tried not to cry. I was tired, I was unnerved, I was distraught.
I'm not even sure if I remember all the details, because I tried to shut away the memory for a couple of months after that.
But that's it, that's what happened to me.
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I was at a party with my friends. We where all drinking and having a good time. I desided to go out to my car and smoke a cigarette. The next thing I know a guy I didnt even know was in my car and he pulled his pants down and shoved my head down on to his dick. When he finally left I just sat in the back seat and cried for a bit. I waited til my friend came out and I drove us home. I got yelled at by my boyfriend at the time for not getting to his house on time, little did he know why I was late because I was too ashamed to tell him what happened. This happened back in "03" and I have grown sence then and faced my fears. I no longer have the flash backs, But it helps that everynight I feel my mates arms around me knowing that he would never let anything happen to me. I am truely greatful for him in my life. I hope that my story will help someone else face their fear head on and say you will not beat me and you can not control me anymore!
YOU ARE NOT ALONE! We are here to help you through this. These two have dealt with and are dealing with their demons of the past and have shined light into the dark places where we push these things. I ask you to thank them for their courage and SUPPORT THEM. Nothing they did was wrong. NOTHING any Survivor did or does MAKES it okay for ANYONE to harm them NOTHING!
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he'd known about my identity for a few months. My cousins (younger then me by 2-4-5 and 8 years) had all fallen
asleep. I had fallen asleep on the couch as there was no Guest Room. When I woke up it was early in the Morning,
and my Uncle was standing in front of me. He tore me down and stripped me. then well he raped me. .___.
It was the worst thing ever, I was terrified and I cried and ran home at 4am in the morning.
I also had a close encounter when I was 12 years old. I was just about to get on the bus from Swimming all day
when a friend of my stepfather stopped me and told me that my mother had asked him to walk me home.
It sounded odd but I also never disobey my mother so I went along, and when we were on one of the side streets
he tried to touch my boobs (which I didn't quite have yet) and my back-end. I yelled then someone else began to
yell and I turned to see someone who had bullied me ride up on his bike. He swore at the guy then
told me to run, my bully followed me all the way home and to my apartment where we went inside and told my
parents what had happened, they never believed either of us.
Once I was Sexually harassed on the Public Transit I was 17 years old, had gotten on and sit beside some man,
he was on the outer side meaning I would have to ask him to move. He really didn't try anything with me,
but a fellow teen from my neighbourhood he began to talk to telling her he wanted her to go home with him
that he had to and starting to talk to her in the worst ways, she was terrified finally she'd managed to get
away to the front of the bus. This was when he turned to me, and started talking in the same manner
then he grabbed one of my boobs. That was when I yelled Help and the couple behind us noticed,
the Girl was completely shocked and the guy stood up starting to yell at the one who had offended me.
I begged to get out of the seat and finally got up and jumped over the seats. I when I was in the Isle
I turned to the front and Yelled "Driver this man is trying Sexual Harass me!" that was when he stopped
when he noticed the two guys yelling at one another about getting off the bus and starting a fight.
After a lot of yelling the driver called the cops, my defender dragged the guy out and we drove off.
Me and my Neighbourhood Teen had to get off Two stops after he'd been kicked off at.
We each ran home.
I have one more story but I cannot go on writing these, I am sorry.
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