I screamed then and I scream now.
My fingers still won't find their way as I try my level to be brave enough to reveal how my soul has been slaughtered, and my body used. I was a 9-year old girl, absolutely innocent and unaware of how atrocious a man could be. I used to take ...
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Pretended it was fine.
I would like to share my story like a third person, maybe because I am poetic that way.
I wish people understand that a no is a no and even though a women is not a virgin or maybe had done it before her consent matters. Atleast I wished he ...
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An adventure in a bus
It was a usual Tuesday morning. I was in quite a nice mood, for a change. I work at a corporate so I am expected to dress formally 5 days a week. That day I chose to wear a long-sleeved top, a pair of loose high-waisted trousers and mid-sized heels.
The ...
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Milkshake
I was about 8 or 9 years old when this happened. For quite a few years had banished this from my memory completely but it all came back when I met her again 15 years later.
My parents were away and we had our maid's daughter, a 20 yr old, baby-sitting me. Since ...
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Misplaced Trust, False Feminists
I'm bisexual, and have been close friends with a colleague for several months now. We bonded over feminism, our experiences with sexism, and the fact that we both suffered from clinical depression. (In addition to depression, she also suffers from a different, very severe illness that complicates her mental, ...
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The girl that was touched because she was drunk.
I was at a party, pretty drunk so I had the need to sit down and close my eyes a little bit. I fell asleep for no more than two minutes and I already had one "friend" grabbing my breast while filming. I was shocked and asked what ...
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As is my wont, I placed my school bag on my lap and sat down in the window seat.
I was in secondary school in Madras . I used to take a bus number to reach a stop and walk to my home.
On that particular afternoon, the bus was fairly crowded and I got a seat near the bus stop. The person next to me was my teacher ...
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Et tu, Brute?
Most of my school memories are filled with things I love and cherish and things that have shaped me as an individual.
But one thing from school that changed my life forever, and definitely not for good happened to me in class seventh. I was barely 12.
My school, a co-ed ...
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On my dental chair
It was just an other day for me in my post graduate life. Being in final year MDS meant that we had to do as many special cased and exam cases as possible. Being in a batch like mine where a competitive attitude was frowned upon by both the male ...
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My Rakhi brother molested me and I let him. My parents thought I am characterles...
I might be 8 or 9 or may be 10 or 12. I don't remember when it started. My neighbors were a widow aunty , her two sons snd one daughter. We were like family. I used to tie Rakhi to both her sons. I called the eldest Bhaiyya. He called me once and ...
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