I bit down on my fingers to withstand the pain. I felt like I was falling down a never ending slope – like I was losing grip of reality.
Stemming from the trauma from her own abuse, Sinnita decided that it would be a great idea to create a safe space on Facebook and Instagram for people to share their stories with her, which she posts on their behalf.
One day in April 1997, a demon that had been chasing me finally caught up. It wasn’t shadowed and cloaked. Instead, it was open, smiling, and full… Read more “The demons of rape just never go away, do they?”
I hate it when people call me “brave” for surviving being raped. It’s been seven years since he took me to his dorm and after my saying… Read more “‘I am not a better person as a result of having been raped’”
I was raped three times by three different men. The first time, I was eight years old. I was raped by my neighbour. I remember that day… Read more “‘I still remember the way they smell’”
When it comes to rape and sexual assault, the world is no stranger to victim-blaming and victimising. But when the court cases are over and society has… Read more “I’m not a rape victim; I’m a survivor”
Dear Emily Doe, Aaron Persky, and Brock Turner I was once like Brock Turner was. A student with great potential. And a swimmer. Even at that young… Read more “On Emily Doe”