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When I was 16, I begged my mother to take me to the GYN because I was having painful menstrual cycles; after a few attempts to take care of them at home she made an appointment for me, she asked me "are you having sex?" flat out while we waited in the waiting area "No" and that was the truth; was someone raping me? yes.
Lucinet Luna - The AuthorPublished 4 years ago in VivaHealing Takes Time
It is amazing how even the "smallest" act can impact someone for so long. ***Important information for this story, I have a rare joint condition that causes me to easily injure myself and dislocate joints. ***
Sarah LivengoodPublished 4 years ago in VivaDo You Need A Ride?
I slowed down as I pulled into my apartment complex, glad that the next day was Friday because the week had taken its toll on me. The engine in my aging Ford grinded ever so slightly and the front of the car shook a little when I pulled the key out of the ignition. It was a good old car and all I could really afford right now. Mustard yellow with a bit of rust, but it started every morning.
Denise WillisPublished 4 years ago in VivaWhat me too cases mean for the movement
So we have had at least 3 legal cases that has to do with me too like stories. We had the Bill Cosby, Harvey Weinestein and R Kelly cases. If you want to lump Jeffrey Epstein into this then you can. There was some talk about what this will do for the movement after the trails ended. There was also some talk about what this means for the movement. I want to look at what they mean to the movement and what they will do in this article.
Lena BaileyPublished 4 years ago in VivaBarely Legal
I was barely legal. But I had this burning desire and tireless ambition to become a pharmacist - ever since I was twelve years old. Everything I had done so far in life was to put myself in a position to network, learn and surround myself with the most influential healthcare professionals in the industry; I craved knowledge. I am a sapiosexual, so if you could fire up these neurons, my attraction was soon to follow.
Andrea N. TurnerPublished 4 years ago in VivaWhen You Feel Unsafe, Do You Start to Lie?
When the seed of doubt blooms and you decide you need to protect yourself, when do you start to lie? Right before I started working in New York City, I had a concerning encounter when waiting for a train. Parking was an absolute nightmare since I was a daily parker, not a permit parker. After that twenty-minute ordeal of squeezing into an absurdly tiny space from an absurdly tiny lane that didn’t leave much navigating room, I went up and waited with all the other sad commuters standing out in the twenty-degree weather.
Leigh FisherPublished 4 years ago in VivaYou Said You Loved Me
It's true, I didn't expect the anxiety to settle in to the cavity you left in my chest. I didn't expect to get so attached either but at the same time I knew it was going to happen anyway, I'd been alone for so long.
Jude BoatmanPublished 4 years ago in VivaCall of the Wild
CALL OF THE WILD Charlotte rested in her twin bed tucked away and alert, predicting the nightly visitor she had become familiar with. That night, the rain drips sounded loud, louder than ever before, knocking against the glass window. So heavy the rain falls, Charlotte is reminded of her Pa’s hollow guitar he used to play, sounding her and her younger brother Ted off to bed. Trying to fall asleep, she secured herself beneath the hand woven quilt her mama had given her. It’s soft texture made her smile briefly. However, she is unable to relax and enjoy the memory for too long because Uncle Pete would show up soon for his usual nightcap – at least that’s what he’d call it.
Prime Tyme FitnezPublished 4 years ago in VivaBecause I Wanted It At First
I think I lost my mind, I think I lost my passion, and somewhere in time I think I lost myself too. Sitting in a bathtub with my face in my hands, tears streaming down my face. I was shaking, but honestly the worst part was that I was confused. I didn’t know what he had done to my body until two weeks later. I told myself that I wanted it, and I even lied and told my friends that it was the best sex I ever had.
VikingIndiePublished 4 years ago in VivaWE AREN’T THE PROBLEM.
“I was wearing pants, I had my legs covered; I had a long sleeved t-shirt on, covered those distracting shoulders we are always told not to show. I even had a coat on, and a belt. Nothing about what I was wearing stopped him.”
Shallom KimanziPublished 4 years ago in VivaWe Need to Talk
My experience took place when I was seven. I’m not going to go into detail, partly because over the years I’ve pushed a lot of them out of my mind. It almost feels like a weird nightmare at this point, 20 years later. Also, I take trigger warnings seriously and wouldn’t want anyone to be affected by the violent details I do remember. What I will say is that it involves being locked in a closet with two younger brothers while the older brother played video games with his back against the door. All of the perpetrators were under 15. And because of something some people familiar with fundamental religions call “the two witness rule” no one was ever charged. My attackers grew up and moved away unscathed. No one ever knew.
Samantha WilliamsPublished 4 years ago in VivaLetter to My Rapist
You’re a rapist but I’m stupid and weak so it’s my fault. You raped me [says name]. Everything is different now. I don’t get excited when you call me. I don’t feel like keeping you in my house when you come by. I am in a trance of bracing myself and being defensive towards anything and anyone.
Kadrian OliverPublished 4 years ago in Viva