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write-2Within each of us there lies a story. It is a story that defines who we are and what we have become. We are family, friends, associates, and survivors ourselves, and our stories bring hope to those survivors that are just beginning their journey; they create a kinship with those that have survived as we have. So many of us have never told our story because maybe we thought it just wasn't interesting enough. Maybe we thought no one would believe us or that we have “gotten past it”. Maybe we thought that it was our own fault that these vile events happened to us and that there isn't any point in reliving them. It is BECAUSE of these doubts that we need to break the silence and share our experiences. From each other we will draw inspiration and courage and from that courage we will gain a voice that will be heard for many generations to come. Sharing your story will not only help others; it will help you!

A Broken Promise PDF Print E-mail

I am confused as to why I feel the need to tell my story. I don't have the terrible stories of abuse for years like some of the stories you read. I wasn't beaten as a kid but I was a trusting child who believed there was no evil in the world and coming from a devoted Christian background I thought God would always protect me. I was the kind of boy who would talk to anyone and if a stranger lost their dog I would help them find it. In other words I was a very trusting kid. My mom told me I was molested by the age of 2 by a couple of kids not much older than I was and she said they did some unspeakable things to me. The good news is I have no memory of it.

I do remember an older cousin who I looked up to who would come in my bedroom when I was lying down and would fondle me and tell me it was ok because it felt good. I hated it when he did it because if I said something I was afraid I would get in trouble with my parents and I wouldn't get to hang around with him and my brother and the neighborhood kids . So I said nothing. That is how I chose to deal with this problem and that would be the mistake that would haunt me for many years to come. Then at the age of 12 my brother had a coach who would take him and other team members out on the weekends and they would go to the movies, arcade or just to his house to watch movies and hang. I was jealous because me being almost two years younger I didn’t get to go out and do anything and I wanted so badly to hang around with my brother and his friends.

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Not What You See PDF Print E-mail

by: Chuck D.


Trying to think chronologically my mind wonders so, from memory to memory, feelings to feelings. I've no concept of time anymore. Time is what it is, it comes and goes. I just seem to happen in it. This story of mine, is it worth reading? I can't tell you, I know I have recently felt compelled to write this down and it has consumed a lot of my waking thoughts.

Writing helps me deal with life, it always has. As a youth I wrote though no one would ever get the chance to read. Its a part of me that I've tried to put in a box and hide from everyone, but the words, feelings, thoughts keep coming. I find I must write to keep my sanity.

I present to you in these words a history of my life thus far in this world. Its nothing that will change the world I'm sure. But it is real. To me its a story of triumph and only through the mercy of Christ Jesus and the love of a good woman can I share these memories.

Try to think of the earliest childhood memory you have.

I have tried this so many times before. As I stated earlier I have no concept of time anymore, but the first memory I can truly say I do remember is of one Saturday morning. I couldn't have been much more than four or five years old maybe. I'm not sure where my father or sister were at the time, but I remember finding myself alone in the living room of the trailer we called home. I guess being born in 1963 and us having a television I watched about everything that flickered across that screen. Especially on Saturday mornings when those beloved cartoons came on. Being alone I'm sure I felt compelled to watch these cartoons. Somehow I managed to climb upon something, anything to reach that television that sat high upon a shelf, away from my little fingers. All I remember after knocking the television from the shelf is that mom suddenly appeared, from where I'm still not sure. I can remember the screaming, the whipping I received there on the spot. I also remember having to wait until my father came home so he could see what I had done. The next memory I have is of my father holding me upside down by my ankles as he dealt out the punishment for breaking the tv.

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Stop the Silence - Stop Child Sexual Abuse PDF Print E-mail
LaQuisha Hall is a respected educational instructor, community service leader and eager to further efforts of promoting sexual abuse awareness internationally.
After being sexually violated by a well-trusted pastor and family member starting at the age of 14, LaQuisha battled suicidal thoughts and attempts, low self-esteem and depression. Facing a seemingly lifetime of emotional scars, she left home at the age of 16; this is when the abuse ended. While residing with her father, she finally broke her silence at the age of 18. Even though her abuser is still a pastor to this day, LaQuisha has maintained a desire to use her life as an example, encouraging survivors that they can still allow a person to be successful as an adult after a tumultuous past.
As Mrs. Maryland Galaxy 2009, LaQuisha placed first runner up to Mrs. Galaxy 2010, Jennifer Rinaldi. In addition, she actively promotes her platform, Stop the Silence! Sexual Abuse Education & Support, which presents a two-pronged approach—educating the public about the realities of sexual abuse and supporting survivors through the recovery process. LaQuisha works alongside Stop the Silence, serving as the International Spokesperson, a board member and Ambassador Pageant Coordinator. Also through Stop the Silence, LaQuisha founded and runs Queendom T.E.A. (The Etiquette Academy), where she mentors, supports and teaches teenage girls about topics that include feminine etiquette, sexual abuse, teen pregnancy, etc.  She is also a member of W.A.V.E. (Women Against Violence Everywhere) for Turn Around, Inc., serves as the Atlantic Districts Regional Director for Dreamcatchers for Abused Children, speaks and volunteers on behalf of the Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network (RAINN) and is a supporter of the Maryland Coalition Against Sexual Assault (MCASA). A large part of her presentation is devoted to dispelling myths about sexual abuse and sharing recovery options such as counseling, hotlines and support groups.
LaQuisha describes her Stop the Silence volunteer experiences as “life changing”.
“I have been able to speak with and help so many victims. I have been able to encourage victims who once contemplated suicide, offer concrete persons or numbers to victims who had no idea who to turn to and I personally have been able to heal in the process of helping so many. I came away with a conviction after assisting Maryland residents and victims: we need Stop the Silence in EVERY community!  Stop the Silence programs can do so much for suffering victims.”
LaQuisha is thankful to Ms. Pamela Pine for affording her the opportunities and she is proud to be the spokesperson of an organization doing so much to help so many victims and their families cope with their pain, fear and isolation.
“I truly believe in the work that Stop the Silence does and the positive impact its program has on abuse victims and their entire families. Stop the Silence is dedicated to helping these families find some relief… to help them feel less isolated… to improve their quality of life during and after very difficult times.”
LaQuisha Hall is a respected educational instructor, community service leader and eager to further efforts of promoting sexual abuse awareness internationally.
After being sexually violated by a well-trusted pastor and family member starting at the age of 14, LaQuisha battled suicidal thoughts and attempts, low self-esteem and depression. Facing a seemingly lifetime of emotional scars, she left home at the age of 16; this is when the abuse ended. While residing with her father, she finally broke her silence at the age of 18. Even though her abuser is still a pastor to this day, LaQuisha has maintained a desire to use her life as an example, encouraging survivors that they can still allow a person to be successful as an adult after a tumultuous past.
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The Hidden Me PDF Print E-mail

My  Story is so similar to the many that I see posted here on this site. My  story  begins at an early age at home, the abuse started early and went on  for some  time. When I was in my early twenties I came home from work to  discover my  cousin waiting out in the cold for me near my home. The story then  becomes  something I could not even imagine, to make a long story short I  was  not  the only one that was being abused by my father. The shock and the  rage that I  felt within was overwhelming. I was asked to promise not to say anything, it was  Christmas and my cousin did not want her Father to find out. I was also informed  it was not just her, two of her sister's had also suffered the same  fate. My promise I did break, which was something I now regret in a way  because, my Mother did not believe me.

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My Kidnapping PDF Print E-mail
by Michael

I remember after I left the RTC that I was placed in, a staff worker's friend took a particular interest in me. He always seemed to be interested in me and how I was doing. Seemed like a cool guy. Some of his proclivities always had my guard up. (I made the assumption he was gay based on some of his outward suggestions). One day out of the blue, right after my 17th birthday, he called me up. "Hey man! I am headed to Florida, check out some chicks! Wanna go!?!?" What would a horny, 17 year old suffering from R.A.D. say???? No? Of course not! Some fun, some sun and some women! (If I was lucky, perhaps a few beers). I told my parents about the trip, and my parents spoke to my friend and even they thought he was ok.
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