Young and Gay in an Abusive Relationship

Young and Gay in an Abusive Relationship

My name is Zackary Coffman. I recently turned 15 in January, but this story takes place about three years ago, when I was 12. So after begging my parents for months they finally let me publish a Facebook page. I was excited for this was my first social network account (I later added Instagram, MySpace, etc.) I uploaded pics, added my friends, and all those things people do on FB. Then about a month and a half later a guy, let’s call him ‘Mark,’...

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Trust No One

Trust No One

My name is Lexy and I was a victim of sexual abuse. I was raised by my single mother, who is only 18 years older than me. My dad was in my life. I saw him every other weekend. My mom became a police officer when I was 7 years old, and that’s when she met a fellow officer named Esteban. They dated until he proposed to her when I was 12 years old. Esteban and I had a very strange relationship and it was very obvious that we did not like...

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The Sabotage of a Spider

The Sabotage of a Spider

I remember my 7th birthday. People came over to celebrate. They would say, “Hey spider, happy birthday, Princess”. But every time I would begin to have that feeling of happiness, something would tear it down. My brother, who was 15 at the time, would take me behind my closet door when everybody was partying, and fuss at me. He would grab my arm and twist it, then grab my face and twist it, then turn me over and slap my butt — hard. I...

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Life as a Victim

Life as a Victim

My name does not change the content of the story so I will leave it out. I will start out with the basic facts of myself, I am a 21 year old male, I was abused by my older brother, who is 6 years older than me, when I was roughly 8 or 9 years old. I am not exactly sure other than the fact that he was old enough to babysit me while my parents went out. The first time he molested me was when he was babysitting. It was later in the evening,...

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I’m Not a Whore for Being Raped!

I’m Not a Whore for Being Raped!

I grew up being called a whore according to my other 2 brothers who didn’t know what the 1 brother did to me until last year. So why did they tell me daily that I was a whore, a slut, and a bitch, multiple times a day. Why did they tell all their friends that I was just a stupid little whore, a stupid little slut, and f’ing little bitch. Why did they hate me so much? Why do they tell me now that they care and then completely abandon...

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