​Hi! A little over 2 years ago I was sexually assaulted by a corpsman at a Naval Medical Hospital. Another corpsman watched and did nothing. 

This assault affected me in ways that I still face today. I had demyelination occur. Diagnosed with PTSD, which I still battle today. I have haphophobia from this assault. I’ve battled with clinophobia,  acousticophobia, and agoraphobia. I deal with the affects of this assault every day. 

Why am I posting this? Because of what happened to me I stick up for other people. I stick up for people because when I needed it the most no one stuck up for me. I will continue to do so, no matter how it makes me feel inside, because I wasn’t afforded that opportunity and will give it to others.

I was brought to tears when people posted

Hi. My name is Jordan. A little over 4 years ago I was held in a house for 48 hours and repeatedly raped and beaten. Two of my friends were upstairs and did nothing. 

This assault affected me in ways that I still face today. Aside from the physical bruises I was diagnosed with PTSD, attempted to take my own life and my previous anxiety disorder worsened. I deal with the affects of this assault every day. 

Why am I sharing this? Because what happened to me has happened to others. And no one should have to fight this battle alone.

Hi, my name is Ella. When I was 16 I was sexually  assaulted by my aunt’s husband. I thought I could trust someone I called family. I never told anyone because he threatened my life. He ended up getting caught doing the same to my cousin and was deported.

I suffer from body image issues and nightmares. I struggle to be positive about the way I look everyday. I suffer anxiety and I don’t keep my family close anymore. 

Why am I sharing this? Because I know there are others that haven’t spoken up. But they should. Had I said something, my cousin may have been spared and I would have justice. You’re not alone, speak up. Tell someone, tell me even. Im here for you and I’ll fight for you.

I cried because I wasn’t alone

I’ve had to fight to get to where I am today. That I can step outside of my house without panicking. That I can touch someone I don’t know, hold in the panic, and then when I’m alone I use hand sanitizer or wash my hands to clean myself of their touch. That I have nights where I can fall asleep, because I’m not suffocated in fear. I’m still afraid of some noises, but I’ve learned to hold it in.

Why do I hold things in? Because I have learned to manage my PTSD. Because I’ve made leaps and bounds to get to where I am today. That I have the ability to hold things in. Because I used to fall down shaking, cause it affected me a lot. 

When I step outside my home I know I’m not alone. I have the strength of others to carry me when I cannot.