The Linor Documentary Project

my story begins when i was 5 or 6…. my parents best friends had a son a few years older than me…. at some point he started malesting me… every time his parents came over or we went over to their house… it started out “easy”.. like he would only touch etc… but than at some poing he started using objects …. i remember i used to watch the floor and pretend all the shapes on it were animals (i was mostly on my stomach)… one day.. my brother came in and “cought us”… he was not all that older than me…. about 2 and a half years… and instead of saying something… he just thought it was a “nice game” and started doing the same…. it went on like that till i was about 12.. and it gradually stoped… no spesific reason….than i was blessed with a whole 3 years of freedom…when i was 15… i came home from a movie… on my way to the bus stop 2 men jumped at me and dragged me to an abendond school yard… there they did preaty much everything to me…. they raped me in every possible way… they hit my stomach and private parts again and again… they made me use my mouth (hate saying the professional word for what they did)… when they finished.. they just spited on me and said… one word and itll be the last word youll ever say….

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This post was submitted by hilla.

It started when I was 5…he was a trusted friend of a neighbors family…I can still remember his smell, some 20 years later…’If you tell anyone that I touch you, I’ll hurt you’ he would say, and then throw me to the ground and walk away…fast forward 10 years, same monster but a different face…drunk at a friends house…the room spinning, the taste of mexican brandy and pepsi on my tongue…I don’t even know his name…I begged him to stop, fighting and kicking under his weight, crushing me, gasping for air, trying as hard as I could to keep his penis from entering me…not another violation…not again…walking home, crying…another few years go by, and I met the ‘one’…he never hit me at first, not until the week after I gave birth to my son…then the beatings began in earnest…after learning the hard way, after the hitting and punching and choking, I realized that resistance only caused pain…same monster, different face…but I’m free now…NEVER AGAIN!!

This post was submitted by Elizabeth D.

.. My first answer, when people asked what happened.

I was raped at my 25th birthday in Hungary from one of the teachers who helped me with my diploma thesis and his friends, which I never met before. That was his birthday-present for me, beside the cake.

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This post was submitted by Ulrike.

One evening in June about a year ago, I went to bed without checking my tempermental back door lock. I got into bed and heard a noise like a magazine falling to the floor….and attributed it to one of my many cats. One of my cats, Shanti raised her head and staired at the bedroom doorway. I disregarded her even when she began to growl. Finally after a few minutes I got up from my bed and put my bathrobe on. As I ventured into the hallway to prove to Shanti that nothing was wrong I saw the figure of a man at the other end of the hallway. He said to me ” I want you.” I couldn’t believe this was real as I also realized he was half naked from the waist down. I shouted ” Get out of my house!”
He came towards me and I tried to run away but was blocked. He tackled me to the floor and tried to kiss me and penetrate me. I screamed at the top of my lungs and struggled with all my might. He turned me over and held me in the handcuff position while he wrapped a sheet around my head. He began to penetrate me and I continued to struggle. He shouted obcenities at me and began to hit me forcefully. I remembered a metal doorstop at the door nearest me. I thought I could break my hand free and try to grab it to defend myself. He was able to grab the doorstop before me and he used it on me as he struck my head and shoulder repeatedly. After the third or fourth hit I realized the rape was not the primary issue anymore, but that he could kill me. I pleaded for my life and begged him not to kil me. At this point he was unable to keep his erection and became very angry and frustrated. I began to bargain with him to allow me to live. For some reason I will attribute to spiritual reasons, he took the money in my wallet and shoved me down the hallway as he left my home. I called the police and locked myself in the bedroom in fear and hysteria.

This post was submitted by Annie.

About a month ago I got a phone call from my brother. He told me that my ex-step dad, the man who molested me during my childhood, was dead, that he had died over a year ago, in October 2009. This day was one of the happiest days of my life.

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This post was submitted by Debra Little.