I went to his house. We had been dating for a few months and had been having sex. When I got there I asked if we could not have sex, I was tired and didn't feel up to it. He got angry and left the room. Told said "fuck that, your saying I dont get my nut for the week.  A little while later he came back and asked again I shrugged, he asked again and I said yes. I froze and was crying. I don't know if he knew and I don't know if it was rape I just know I didn't want it to happen. 

When i was in middle school i had been dating someone, this person and i first start doing sexual things by him giving me handjobs and other types of stuff. one night we were hanging out and watching a movie, and he asked if he could give me a blowjob, i normally wouldnt have any problem with it because we had been dating for a few months, but that night i really wasnt in the mood to do anything. but he kept persisting and asking me even after i said no, i specifically remember the words “cmon i just wanna feel you skin to skin” i should have kicked him out but for some reason i didnt. he kept continuing to grab me ‘down there’ and after i could tell he wasnt going to stop i let him. after he left i sat in my bed and cried, it wouldnt leave my mind for a few weeks afterwards, at the time i thought it didnt mean anything because we had been in a relationship. now when i think back i get so infuriated for allowing him to pressure me into doing things i didnt want to.

I had just started on the walk home from school when a car pulled up next to me. My aunt was in town and I wasn't sure if it was her car. I stopped to see if I recognized the driver. Then the door opened and a man's arm reached out to grab me. He flung me into the backseat. After he joined me and his face came into view, I realized who it was. It was an older boy I had ghosted after learning he had raped another girl. He was angry and I was scared. I remember crying no the entire time. But, it was as if he had something to prove. When I finally escaped, I realized my clothes were all ripped and I was bleeding. And I was still just outside my school. 

He was in 6th grade and I was in 5th. It was a warm summer day and I had gone to my friend's house for a sleepover. Her older cousin was in his room across the hall. As my friend and I fell asleep watching TV in the living room, he crept in later that night. I saw him getting closer to me and my heart started to race. Next thing I know I was passed out with his hands down my pants. I woke up again and he was still there touching me. I passed out falling asleep right after. When I woke up my private area was in pain. I wasn't really aware of sex at the age of 11 but I knew what had happened was bad. After my friends and family were informed of the situation I moved middle schools the next year. 5 years later my junior year of high school I walked into my new Spanish class and he was sitting at a desk. All I could feel was the panic and anxiety from that summer night 5 years ago. 

I was 11 and he was 35. Our first meeting developed into 2 years of abuse. I remembered our first meeting, he had been so kind. So complimentary. He told me I was so mature and then he locked the door. As he began to touch me, I was more confused than scared. As it continued, I felt myself slip away until I was hardly there. He kept saying he loved how innocent I was. In the end, I asked if I could go home. Immediately, he said yes and unlocked the door and let me go. I walked home and noticed my jeans had blood all over them. I put them in the laundry and cried.  

I was in 7th grade. He started to touch me under the table during class. He would touch my butt, my legs, and my vagina. I would ask him to stop and he would press harder. I didn't tell anyone for a long time because he was much bigger than I was and I was scared. 

We were at his friends house. It was just the three of us. He lifted up my shirt with out my consent in front of his friend. I wasn't wearing a bra so his friend saw my whole chest. This wasn't the first time he had done this. He would do things in front of his friends like smack my butt and touch me in public places when I wasn't comfortable. 

I was rly drunk and i liked him enough yk we had made out before and shit i knew he wanted to fuck. so i left my friend and i went somewhere alone w him we started making out and as soon as he asked if i wanted to have sex i said no. i didnt wanna loose my virginity like this yk. but we kept making out and he kept going so when he asked again i said yes. so its not rape right i said yes. but only after i had already said no

It was new year’s eve 2020 and I had just gotten to a friends house for a countdown party. Some of my best friends were there and I was so excited to welcome in the new decade. I was a sophomore in high school and was at a party with not only boys in my grade but also in the grade above. I was intimidated, shy and scared. To impress the junior boys one of my best friends decided to chug vodka in front of them which then led to her passing out, foaming at the mouth and ending up in a hospital bed in the back of an ambulance. Lots of emotions were going on in my body as I wasn’t sober and was surrounded by cops asking me my name. One of my close friends invited me back to his house to complete the countdown as it was only 11pm when she was rushed away. I said yes and we ended up back at his house. An hour passes and the countdown ends and we go upstairs to watch a movie when he falls asleep in my arms. I will admit I was flattered but in no way was I sober enough to hook up with him as I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. He wakes up and immediately starts touching my breasts and thighs and rubbing my face trying to push it towards him so he could kiss me. I say stop and he doesn’t. He even tries to un-zip my pants. Eventually I find steadiness in my body and I stand up and leave as he tries to stop me. I was drunk, 15 years old experiencing one of my close friends take advantage of me because I was drunk, naive and traumatized from watching one of my best friends almost die. I left at 2am while it was 15 degrees in the middle of January, with 3% on my phone. I had been sexually assaulted and violated and couldn’t find my way home.

There was this guy who i really really liked, and we had broken up and we we’re still sleeping together and the last time it happened he came inside of me without telling me. he said it was an accident and i believe him but it wasn’t the first time that it’s happened. i had told him before that it was painful when he did that but when i said he it acted like he had no idea and had never heard me say it. after that we sort of stopped talking and i wish i could talk to him about it but i’m scared he’s gonna freak out and call me a liar or say i’m trying to get him in trouble. All of my friends are really tight with him and i can’t talk to them about it much either because i don’t know how they’ll take it and i really don’t need anything to happen to him i just want to talk about how used i feel. i just feel so alone.

i was hu with one of my friends for a while, i didnt really feel like it was my choi ce because he’d been persistent in trying to hu with me pretty much out entire friendship, but i just kind of went with it for fun. He was always pushing my boundaries, like we’d be between the train cars smoking while the rest of our friends were in the train and he’d abruptly push me against the door and try to finger me. He did that a lot, trying to finger me in public places or around friends and i’d try to push him off when he wouldn’t listen to my objections. I have a history with assault and people not listening to me so i felt pretty helpless at that point and let it happen. On New years, i slept over at his house, all the way on City Island. I live in Brooklyn which was about 2 hours away. I didn’t know the area and i was in this house with him and his family who didn’t seem to like me much. That night he kept trying to fuck me, begging me to take his virginity before the new years. Again, i have a bad history with sex and have been victimized by boys since i was 12. I told him this, that IF we were going to do anything we would need to take it slow and I need him to listen to me. We ended up falling asleep and not fucking. In the morning, i woke up and he immediately started trying to fuck me. he ended up thigh fucking me and thinking it was my pussy LMFAO so that was fine and i let him think that. I thought that then I would be safe from him being any more persistent, but it didn’t. A little latter he tried again. This time he actually got to my vagina. I was dry and not into it, so it fucking hurt. I begged him to stop, i said it hurt. But he was just like “but it feels so good, you’re so tight”. no shit i was tight. you were raping me you sick fuck. and at that point, with all the history, i knew he wasn’t going to stop so i silently cried into the mattress until he was done. and when he was done he said “it didn’t actually hurt that bad right? i wouldn’t wanna hurt you”. so he fully knew. but i just said no, got dressed and watched TV. i called my friends that were also in the bronx at the time and they came over an hour later. they didn’t know anything but i just didn’t wanna be alone with him anymore. i recently transferred out of sinatra (the school i and my assaulter went to) and i texted him, telling him what he did was rape. i didn’t want a response so his number is blocked. i told my closest friends but the rest of my friends and kids at the school still love him and hang out with him. tis pretty lame.