The Linor Documentary Project

I have waited all my life to be able to tell this to someone I can trust, someone who will not judge me, but most importantly after hearing Linor Abargil and Cecelia Peck I am convinced that our stories may perhaps save others from being traumatized years after our rape. My hope is that by telling our stories, others will go on to live their lives without shame thinking that they are not worthy of a loving relationship. I was 15 years old, violently raped repeatedly for months by two cousins and they were brothers. I feared for my life. My life until that time was full of hopes and dreams and a boy crush who respected me. When my cousins robbed me of my innocence I began to feel dirty and ashamed which caused me to turn my back on my teen crush and I lost interest in all things scholastic. In the years following I would settle for men that were wolves, and became submissive. Now, 52 years later and two failed marriages, I am brought to tears, because after hearing you speak, I am realizing that I feared intimacy stemming from those rapes which also led to self-esteem/weight issues. Now, today, this minute I think of how my life could have been different had there been someone like you women to confide in, to tell my situation to, who could have guided me through the trauma, fear, rejections and humiliation I felt back then and throughout most of my life.

This post was submitted by Victoria.

Most recently was when I lived with my ex-fiance. I was the first girl he’d slept with and I naturally had a much lower libido than him, but usually went with it anyway. One day he wanted sex when I was feeling really unwell. I told him I felt crappy and wanted to have a nap. He kept pressing; finally he called me selfish and hit me. Read more…

This post was submitted by Cassandra.

I was married. I had a child. My husband was going through some midlife crisis of sorts. He drank more and more frequently in greater quantities. When he drank he wanted sex. I knew he didn’t want me because my weight repulsed him. And yet when he drank he wanted sex. It became more aggressive. I accepted it because I thought if I did he would eventually snap out of it and realize he loved me and we would be ok. Read more…

This post was submitted by Jade.

I was a freshman in high school. He was a senior boy. He asked me to go for a drive after school and would take me home. I was honored and felt special. A senior boy would ask me, a new freshman girl, to go for a ride and offer to take ME home. I went to an affluent school in an affluent neighborhood. He was from a good family and so was I. I did not know him or his family however. It just goes to show, that rape crosses over and under and through all socio-economic lines. Read more…

This post was submitted by Andrea.

There are those that find themselves
Many times over
In situations of abuse

A pattern, repeated time and again
The victim doesn’t understand Read more…

This post was submitted by libby.