Category: sexual assault


Its ‘not every guy’s fault, but it is every girls burden.


Its ‘not every guy’s fault, but it is every girls burden.

gahdamnpunk: You can literally be a decent pe…


You can literally be a decent person and raise one FOR FREE.

Shes right. You should have your sons wear cameras and write everything down

That way when theyre sexually assaulted(which is more likely than being falsely accused) maybe someone will believe them *shrugs*


You can’t tell me he’s not king.

This post is partly to brag about my boyfriend, but mostly for those who saw my post(s) about my abusive ex.

For those who were or are where I was in my past relationship.

For those scared to date again.

There are good people out there. Good men. Patient men. – Im not saying you should force yourself to get back out there. Take your time. I couldnt even go on a casual date before him. And theres still a lot of anxiety anf fear. I may have even gotten into this too quickly(and its been two years since I got free from the abusive relationship I was in).

But this man, he is pure gold. After our first date we discussed boundaries. After the first time we hung out in his dorm we discussed them again. I literally cannot count the amount of times we’ve discussed boundaires. Both me and him bringing it up.

You know what else I can’t count? The amount of times I’ve recieved a message like that. A message of him telling me how happy I make him, and how thankful he is for me letting him in. Because he knows. He knows its hard for me. He listens and understands.

People like this exist. And it can be so much better than you’d imagine.

Just don’t give up completely.


Not that cosmopolitan mags have ever been great,

But shout out to cosmo for supporting sexual harassment of a man and calling it “funny” in their August 2018 confession section…

“Naturally my hand just went to slap his bum” no. You made a conscious decision to violate him.

You should feel disgusted and ashamed.


Not all rape is about power.

Yes, a lot of it is.

A majority is about power. Its about how they get off sexually to the ability of controlling, abusing, etc.

However, there are DEFINITELY cases where a rapist was attracted to the individual and wanted sex with the individual and either failed to communicate or was turned down and decided to take it(that second one can be considered power too, but you can’t tell me that it has nothing to do with attraction).~~*examples*

Yes, lets spread the word that power is a main motivator in rape. Yes, lets abolish this idea that you need to be “attractive”(in a typical way) in order to be raped.

But please stop spreading this “all rape is power control”, because its not. There HAVE been times when people truly didnt understand what consent. There have been rapists who only had the goal of sex with the specific person (regardless of how). Sadly, this will continue.

Lets stop saying all rapists have the same motives. This does not further understanding, safety, or help the cause in any way.


Actual ways to prevent rape;

Educate people on consent.

Educate people on the signs of discomfort in others.

Educate people on the signs of a manipulative individual.

Educate people on victims rights.

Don’t have sex without consent.

Lock-up rapists.

Bam, done. Many, many rapes prevented.

in other words, only yes means yes. Affirmativ…

in other words, only yes means yes. 

Affirmative consent.


Thoughts of a sexual assault/abuse survivor

*note these are my personal thoughts- cant speak for anyone else- feel free to reblog or add*

– I hate him

– Is he happy? – Is he suffering

-Does he miss me? – is he thinking about me- does he think about me when he’s pleasuring himself?- does he touch my stuff I left at his house?

-Is he talking to other girls? -Can I find out or warn them? -That’s not my job- but I let him go so it is my fault.

-will he come here? – is that him on the street?

-did he make a new account to follow/look at my social media?- Is he reading this?- did I forget to block one of his accounts? – should I unblock his account to see if he’s talking about me or to help potential other girls?

– will I be able to be sexual again? – am I going to have a panic attack the first time I try? – I think I’m ready to date – I’m not ready to date

-Its been a year I talk about him too much – don’t talk to her(best friend-1) about that you ALWAYS talk to her about that- You always go to her(2) when you think she(1) doesn’t want to hear it- STOP TALKING ABOUT IT

-Its been over a year stop thinking about him

-It wasn’t you’re fault- you justified it and stayed for almost three years when you knew better, it was your fault – don’t victim blame yourself – I could have done better for me and everyone else

-How did you not know he was sexually abusing you?- You had to of seen it.- I need to stop blaming myself

-You cant take responsibilities for his actions- But I knew about her and I thought about warning her and chose not to because HE said he wasnt being sexual to her. Of course he said that to me – I could have warned her – I let him destroy her the way he destroyed me


– That’s not him he’s not here

– You victim blamed her. You did that. You chose not to believe another victim- You were 14, he was your boyfriend, you couldn’t even see what he was doing to you let alone what he did to her, and she forgave you- no she didn’t, she said she did because she read my story, shes lying, not only did he destroy her, I did. I need to take responsibility for that.

– five woman, two after you left him. If you had known better and spoke up you could have locked him away/ruined his rep/stopped him. Those two would be fine. probably more now. – But she(refer to one above) spoke out and it didn’t save you or the other two – You had more though, more details more, more information, more proof, YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED HIM- I should have stopped him


-You had consensual sex with him, after leaving, after he hurt you – I thought I owed him that for leaving him – He never told you that – No he just forced me to do everything else and made me believe I owed him everything for three years, when I took everything away I felt like I had to give him the biggest compensation I could – and yet it was YOU who chose to have sex with him. He even asked if you were sure- THAT one is your fault- Take responsibility.

– I could pretend to be someone else, someone young, and report him when he tries something. He is twenty and talked to a 13 year old about her breasts(Ive seen screenshots) you could do it- Your recovery is more important – More important than all the girls he can hurt? no. no its not – But you cant do it can you? – no… I cant.

– Your recovery matters – How can you recover if all you do is think about recovery?

– I need to talk about him. I need to talk about it. I need to talk about sexual assault and abuse. I need to get it out of my head and talkkkkkk.- No one wants to hear it again.

-You post about it too much on your tumblr – thats not the purpose of your blog.

-I need to be heard

-too many people have heard

– I need to be heard – tell more- talk about it more

-why did I let him do this to me?

-Dont message her(other woman he victimized) if shes not thinking about him she will the moment she sees your name – the reason were friends is to talk about it – but you hate when she messages you for the same reason- yes but I always respond and hold the conversation because she needs it, now I need it cant she do the same? – dont intrude on her recovery.

– Everything is triggering – I hate the word triggering – I need to get a therapist

– Do I have PTSD? – no just G.A.D. and trauma. Dont self diagnose, see a therapist.

– *in the midst of a million fast paced normal happy thoughts* You hate him. – what, why, why did he come up. nothing was about him, no coorelation I WASNT THINKING ABOUT HIM

-*has nightmares about stabbing him, he isnt phased* I wish I could stab him for real- no you dont youre a pacifist and could never hurt anyone even him- While were on the topic lets think about that nightmare you had while dating him where he raped you while a party was happening upstairs and no one knew, did you really not think that was a sign of what he was diong to you? – no, because I had nightmares of being raped all the time, not just by him, it was normal – and when did they stop? – Two months after leaving him… I should have known

-stop watching/reading/listening to stuff on sexual assault, think about something else

– you could call him out, with name this time. Tag him. Make it known who he is… What if he sues me? can he? slander? its true, but can I prove it now? no. I cant… I dont want to get in trouble- Id take the social heat just fine, but real trouble? no… I need to protect people. but how


– try that online support group again… – its not enough

– it is my fault

– That man smelled like him – I cant breathe – I might throw up

– *fb memory pops up* Im wearing his jacket here- thats his shirt – he was in a picture in this post but I deleted it – hes blocked but his name is still here, I have to edit that – GO AWAY

– What if he finds another way to get into youre life? – no contact orders should be easier to get – six hours away means nothing when he has a computer and a car – he’s done it so many times, why would he stop now?

– Maybe he’ll kill himself – dont say you want him to die, thats wrong, no one should die- I dont, I want him to want him to die, I want him locked away where he cant hurt anyone again

-Does his mom know?- Did she know while I was in her car?- Did she know while I was with him?- Has she known since he was little?- She knew he hurt his sister when he was little, but maybe she like me justified it, maybe she believes he didnt know better, he was little- Does she know about me at all or why I left?- Does she pretend to not know?- Does it hurt her?- I hope it doesnt hurt her… – What if she doesnt know?- Does she think she raised a good son?- Why do I care about her thoughts and feelings so much?- Its not her fault

– When your professor asked if you were okay she was asking if something with him happened again or was bugging you- that wasnt the problem, but now it is.

-make a therapist appointment.

-Why havent you made a therapist appointment

-I feel sick

-stop poking the bruises – you dont need to keep going over it in your head- You wont forget- other people want to forget- I wont forget- I have to remember what he did- the details- go over it again.


– NO MORE. No more him. no more sex. no more anything. JUST NO MORE.

-I need to speak up for sexual assault awareness month. A voice for the voiceless and prisoner tongues and all that. I want to do this. – It might set you back – Well Im not exactly moving forward anyways right now am I?

– I need to wash him off. Wash him away. He hasnt touched me in over a year, but today? today I need to wash him away again, because today I can feel him all over my skin

-Will I forget what he looks like? I cant do that… I need to be able to recognize him

-Keep or delete these pictures? – Hide them. in a file in a file in a file, so you never have to see them, but so theyre there

The girl who knew

I was the girl who knew better. 
I was the girl who knew girls never owed anything to boys.
I was the girl who knew that bad people can be anyone.
I was the girl who knew that relationships do not need to involve sex. 
I was the girl who knew a millions of reasons for saying no. 
I was the girl who knew a million ways of saying no. 
I was the girl who knew that before sex is a conversation.
I was the girl who knew I had to lay out what was okay and what wasn’t. 
I was the girl who knew how to speak up and use her voice.
I was the girl who knew when to fight back.
I was the girl who knew self defense was a viable option.
I was taught my whole life by my parents- I was taught my worth and my right to my body. I was taught by my school and teachers. I was given worksheets about how, why, and when you should say no. I was taught by my siblings and friends…
Never leave your drink unattended.
Never go alone.
Never say yes when you mean no.
Never stop at no if they continue- fight back.
Never remain silent. 
Never give your worth up to someone else. 
Never. Never. NEVER. NEVER. NEVER. 

I was the girl who knew better. 

Until I wasn’t. 

I was thirteen when my boyfriend used my hand and my body while I watched the tv, lifeless, unmoving, watching tv and pretending I wasn’t there. 
I was thirteen when I thought about saying no, but then something told me “he’s your boyfriend, this is what boyfriend and girlfriends do” and I no longer knew. 
I was thirteen when I told myself that he didn’t know, that he didn’t notice my static, that he truly believed I was enjoying it too. That it was just a misunderstanding. And besides, I knew better, I should have said no.
I was fourteen when the same boy begged me to go down on my knees to “just get it over with” and “finish him off” because his dad was home and we had to hurry. He told me this despite knowing I didn’t feel comfortable continuing with his dad home. He said this to me despite knowing that I told him I would never go on my knees for him, multiple times, and long before we had ever even been alone. He said “please” while blocking my only exit. I told myself that I wasn’t clear enough. That I should have refused without giving in. That I didn’t say no enough. That I knew better. 
I was fifteen when the same boy forced me into his shower. Another thing I told him I would not do with him. He thought my “no’s” were just me playing. He misunderstood. He doesn’t know better. I know better. I should have said it louder. I should have said it meaner. I should have screamed or fought or pushed him away. He would have stopped then. He wasn’t trying to hurt me. I knew better. 

I was thirteen when I met a man I once called “my first love”. I was thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen when I was warned that he was “not a good guy”. That there was “something just off about him”. That he was “dangerous”. But he was my boyfriend, and they didn’t know him, and they didn’t know better. I knew better. I was just a girl who thought I knew better. 

I was seventeen when I realized I didn’t know better. 

I was seventeen when I realized that none of my justifications made sense. I was seventeen when I realized that talking about saying no and needing to say it are two different things. I was seventeen when I realized knowing what to do after “no” doesn’t work is not something you can prepare a 15 year old for through worksheets. I was seventeen when I realized that I needed to stop calling him my “ex” and start calling him what he really is- a sexual predator. I was seventeen when I realized the most heartbreaking part of this story, that I was not his only victim. I was seventeen when I finally began to know better. Better than my parents, and better than my teachers, and better than me. There is nothing we can do to stop sexual assault besides stopping the ones who commit the crime. 

I was seventeen when I finally learned that it is NEVER the victims fault. 

And though I know, something I have had to learn in the worst of ways is knowing and acting on it are two different things. Maybe someday the victim in me will believe it too. Maybe some day all of me will believe that this was not my fault… but right now, I dont know.