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.
She did not believe me and told me that if I tell anyone that childcare will take me away. I kept silent for years.
We live in a world that has set definitions for everything. However, the problem comes when the definitions overlap and overlapping definitions are problematic because confusion arises… Read more “I still miss my aborted child despite the abusive relationship”
A rape survivors’ support service has been developed by Health-e News. It is a USSD service and online map that provides a directory of all Thuthuzela Care… Read more “Support service developed to aid sexual assault survivors”
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’”
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