Molestation or Sexual Abuse Stories
I was 15 when I was molested by three men that took pictures of me while they touched me. It was on an Airforce base and my father and brother where in the same room as me. These men were from Kandahar Afghanistan, and my father was invited in their hotel room to look at photos and listen to music. He was excited because he had recently been deployed there and wanted to mingle. He requested my brother 13, and I join him to "learn more". I didn't want to, those men scared me and I didn't want to be near them. My father insisted. I was sat at the end of the bed and my father and brother were sitting at a table, maybe three feet from me. They said they wanted to take a picture of me because I was American. Then they took turns groping me while photographing it. The reason I didn't say anything was because I was scared. I didn't know why this was happening. I didn't understand why my father wasn't looking over at me, or that my brother wasn't either. I felt alone in that room with these men. They stood me up and one embraced me from behind while he was grabbing me. I could feel him hump me while I was froze. When he let go I ran out of the room. Our hotel room was connected to theirs, so when I went in ours I ran to the bathroom and locked the door that connected the rooms. I then fell into a corner and cried. My brother followed, he leaned down and told me he was sorry, he knew something was wrong and didn't know what to do. We told my father and he took me to security forces while I reported the what happened. They seized the camera and saw what they did. We changed rooms and the only thing that happened to those men was them getting deported.
Talk to your kids about not being afraid. Listen to them when they tell you they do not want to be near people they don't know. No matter how old your child is, you should always be watching them.
Category: Molestation or Sexual Abuse StoriesStory Text : I was 15 when I was molested by three men that took pictures of me […]
September 25, 2016 / Take a look
Molestation or Sexual Abuse Stories
The Untold Story Of My Life
I'm wearing a Red lipstick, that doesn't make me a characterless woman.. This is to let the men know that they can't SEXUALLY assault a woman.. (*not all the men*) I've decided to share my story now.. it's time for women not to stay calm n rather speak up.. I remember when I was a 6 year old kid, there was a guy who worked full time in my house, took me away n molested.. I started to cry out loud.. I went along with him because he bribed me saying he would buy me a chocolate.. My mother then realized that I wasn't seen in the house n my parents heard me cry.. My father beat him up n threw him out of the house. The second time I remember when I was 8, while I was waiting in my school autorick, sitting in the corner as that was my permanent seat, a guy who was passing by stopped n tried to talk, and as I refused to speak, he held both my hands n he started to touch me here n there,I then started to call out for my auto uncle n the guy ran away.. When I was 10, once when I was playing in the corridor, during my summer vacation, an old man who saw me playing, stopped under my house n started "pleasuring" himself, I didn't know what he was doing but I surely knew he was doing something wrong, scared I ran inside the house n locked myself.. Everyday he made sure he came there at the same time..the same repeated for a couple of days n then after I never came out to play... Few months later, an uncle who shifted in the neighbourhood tried to be sweet n nice, he had two daughters with whom I used to play.. Once when I went to their home to play carroms, he slowly held my hand n places on his genitals.... I ran into my house.. Didn't utter a word.. Went into the washroom, washed my hands atleast 10 times n felt jitters on my body.. Was scared to tell my mother..And after that incident, I never ventured to even look at him.. Another incident where I was walking along with my best friend, holding a book(during my Xth board) studying and we saw an autorickshaw coming across, we moved to the side of the road but the Bas**** still kept coming close n suddenly he touched my privates.. I shouted out so loud n my bestie didn't know what had happened n I started to cry n explained her what he did to me..we then continued to walk towards the school n I screwed my exam paper that day.. The last one that I would like to share.. During Ganesh immersion, I was walking with my uncle holding the idol of Lord Ganesha on the Tank Bund road, Hyderabad n from nowhere there were hundreds of men who came n people were pushing n there was a lot of chaos, my uncle tried to grab my hand n keep me close to him but he couldn't, by then I could feel many hands all over my body, everywhere.. I was so helpless n I managed to come out of the crowd n walked to a corner n stood there waiting for my uncle.. He was helpless too... :-( I'm sharing my experiences not to gain sympathy or for people to feel sorry for me.. These are just a few of them.. It's time for every girl/ woman to give it back.. There are many such incidents that are not known to us... I was scared, guilty and what not.. Could never speak out.. It wasn't my fault, I wasn't dressed absurd, I wasn't wearing anything revealing..did it help? No.. Most of the men still continue to do the same.. Increased number of rapes n sexual assaults.. I'm not scared anymore n I don't feel ashamed.. Finally I would want to end this saying that NO WOMAN IS A TOY OR CAN BE TAKEN FOR GRANTED.. Don't stay calm n it's ok for the world to know, atleast these guys will be ashamed of what they do/did.. Take the intiative to transform our culture of sexual violence by educating, inspiring and to raise their voices and create a real change in the society.. #sheteam #bethechange #hereforachange
Category: Molestation or Sexual Abuse StoriesStory Text : I’m wearing a Red lipstick, that doesn’t make me a characterless woman.. This is to […]
September 25, 2016 / Take a look
Molestation or Sexual Abuse Stories
How a Close Relative Tarnished my Childhood Memories Forever !!!
It was a normal day at home , since we had so many relatives near by there was always some one or the other popping in the house.My parents had gone for grocery shopping and I and my younger sister were alone at home.My cousin’s husband was also present at home as he had come down on an official business nearby and since he had time on his hand he stopped by to say “Hello”. As soon as my parents left for the grocery shopping which was mainly for making a grand feast for the unannounced guest , he walked into the kitchen where I was making tea and said hello.Before I could reply back he basically pounded on me and clasped my breasts, I was shocked and gave him a disgusted look but that didn’t deter him at all in fact he gave a shameless grin and told me “it’s fine , its not going to hurt at all”.After recovering from what had just happened, I immediately told him to let go of me and to get out of the kitchen.Later I locked the room and me and my sister remained in the room until our parents were back. It was only in the evening when the guest was gone that I got the time to share my ordeal with my mother. I narrated the whole incident and opened up to her about my feelings .My mother’s first question was : “Is that all he did or did he do something more” , it came as a shock but I continued in trembling words that “Yes, that was all”. She told me how he was the son-in-law of the family and how speaking out will break the family apart and hence it was best if we all kept mum and forgot about it. In those trailing words of my mother , I could not decide which one was more painful , his shameful act or the hushing up plan of my mother.Her words kept me awake in the night and every time it played in my head , something twitched and died in my heart.I think overnight, I was changed from a carefree girl to an anxious women. They were the same parents that taught us about good touch and bad touch and the basics of sex education but when the time came to stand up for us they buckled down under the pressure of the society.By this time I had become an adult in age, well in fact on the count of maturity, I had become an adult long back because of my bitter experience. In a following family function, I stood up and in presence of all the family members, I exposed the “celebrated Son-In-Law’s misdoings” over the years.Everyone was shocked , silent and dumbfounded but slowly the women started pulling them selves together and spoke out in our defence , later he had to apologise and he promised never to do that again. I became more protective about my younger sister and kept her pretty much away from all the male relatives of the family , she might have thought initially that I was going crazy but she did put up with me quite well. It was not long before that one of our other cousin sister came up and confided in us of a similar ordeal which she had to go through because of that same “so called gentleman” of the family.To my astonishment, her mother had spoken the same words that it was good that he did not do much and for now it should not be given much heed. It was important for me to reveal it to save other younger members of the family from going through the same misery.I wanted to save their childhood memories from being tarnished, I wanted to save their innocence and belief.I wanted them to have a better world for themselves.Lot of people still questioned me and gave my sly glances but that did not deter me in any way and I am still proud and content of what I did …may be because I could show more courage than my elder generation.
We as a society need to speak out and expose Molesters before more lives are put in misery
Category: Molestation or Sexual Abuse StoriesStory Text : It was a normal day at home , since we had so many relatives near […]
September 6, 2016 / Take a look
Departures are Painful
The railway station offers the unique setting to bid goodbye. It has a very Indian feel to it — Indian because it’s filled with action and emotions, it allows a requisite sprinkling of drama and to add to the milieu there are just about the precise amount of sound effects. Sometimes you might see people running alongside a galloping, speed gaining train to say goodbye to someone till the end of the platform With the whistle of the train the ‘goodbye drama’ reaches its crescendo. The train chugs at such an incredibly slow as if the train is enjoying by separating. It’s a sadistic pleasure the train enjoys while saying ‘I’m giving you one more chance.... forgot to say something?’ The last act before the lights blur is the ‘waving goodbye’. One gets to wave till the other reduces to a dot and merges with the horizon. If the train is running late there’s always a bench waiting or the floor to sit and chat be warmed or the ‘last’ coffee can be at the railway ‘Light Refreshment Stall’. The blood starts to rush in through the veins into the heart causing an intangible pain as the train pulls in by the platform. After placing the luggage it is customary to return to the compartment door for the ‘final’ goodbye. By now there’s considerable tension in the air and words are few and far between. The awkward wall of silence that suddenly builds up between the two is broken by the huffing and puffing of the train. It’s almost as though the train is jostling the two into speaking. Perhaps it is for this that Indian cinema has countless number of farewell scenes at railway stations.
Category: Inspiring StoriesStory Text : The railway station offers the unique setting to bid goodbye. It has a very Indian feel to it […]
Deep Down Complexes,Bare Them All
My insecurities got the better of me!!
As a kid while growing up , I became the victim of molestation and abuse.It made me go into a cocoon.My molester made it look like what ever was happening to me was my own mistake.He dominated me and abused me to the extent that I had a very low esteem and a glum view towards myself.It really took me a long time to understand that I need to have more confidence and belief in my own self.I started to pursue the things which I liked, tried hard to mingle with like minded people more. In these times,having a strong support group helped me get over me insecurities.Today , I am a strong and independent women who knows her worth.
Have more faith and belief in one's own abilities and character.You might be surprised with yourself.
Category: Deep Down Complexes,Bare Them AllStory Text : As a kid while growing up , I became the victim of molestation and abuse.It […]
Molestation or Sexual Abuse Stories
My Cousin molested me
I was a little innocent six year old when it all started. My cousin just moved near us so it meant that my family started spending more time with their family. Since i was young, the adults would send me to his room. Not only that, but after school I would have to go round to his house while my parents went out to do some important work.While I was alone with him he would always play dirty games and hit me if I didnt do whatever he told me to do He would kiss me and touch me and as I was only six, I thought that it was only a game like he made it out to be. He used to threaten to hit me if I told anyone of what he did. This went on for 5-6 years and which tarnished my memory and soul forever.He belittled me and made it look like everything was my mistake.I dreaded to hear his voice and detested his presence but silently suffered.
I wish I had the courage to speak out and confide in my parents
Category: Molestation or Sexual Abuse StoriesStory Text : I was a little innocent six year old when it all started. My cousin just […]
Embarrassing or Fun Incidents
Ice-cream treat in Swiss Alps
The snow was falling and in that cold to have an ice-cream was a far fetched idea but we went ahead and had it.The feeling was awesome seeing the snow flakes coming down from the sky and in doors we all eating icy cold ice cream as if the cold from the ice cream was cutting through the cold from outside.
one must try this if you get a chance
Category: Embarrassing or Fun IncidentsStory Text : The snow was falling and in that cold to have an ice-cream was a far fetched […]
June 21, 2016 / Take a look
Lucky Escape Stories
A scary ride
I was going to airport in a cab whose driver kept on taking secluded routes which I was unaware of and the usual 1.5 hours journey lasted 2 hours.In the end when we finally reached the destination he gave a smirk and asked me wether I was scared that he took all those deserted routes.I was furious but relieved that I reached the airport safely.
I will use VOLVO bus from now on.
Category: Lucky Escape StoriesStory Text : I was going to airport in a cab whose driver kept on taking secluded routes which I […]