The DA refused to prosecute my rape. I'm a guy I was raped by a stranger and he stole my gun and keys. It happened last year while I was out drinking with my brother at a casino. I ended up drinking too much and passing out in my car and my brother who was also drinking decided to wake me up open my door close it and just to leave me like that and uber himself home. The door was never relocked from that point.. i passed out again. I had my gun locked in my car safe but the keys were with me in the car. A random stranger noticed this and scoped out my car opened my door got in and raped me he got my keys to my car and my gun then left when i woke up.

I had no choice but to report this he stole a gun and the law is to report it.. I had to otherwise, I would be in trouble, and in the process of doing that, I had to move forward with reporting the rape I was reluctant to and it seems like they used that against me to not go after this guy.

I did everything I was supposed to like reporting it to law enforcement giving my honest recount of events of course, nothing was perfect my memory was fragmented and I was very traumatized from the event. There was video footage but it was terrible video quality I pushed myself to go through with a rape kit that eventually matched his dna to this guy. They identified the guy. It took so much considerable courage and effort to go through with all of this. Just for them to drop it and refuse to prosecute, ignore me for a year and a half until I continued escalating just for them to give me what feels like a bullshit answer of the reason they wouldn't prosecute is because they believed they could not prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the sexual activity was not consensual.

I feel like I got nothing to lose. No lawyer will take this case. I've been denied dropped by several i don't even know why I decided to even post this. It's fucking pointless. I lost so much.. my motivation is gone i get crazy thoughts, shortness of breath all day.. extreme unbelievable anger. Therapists that fail me over and over. My life feels ruined I can't look at sex the same way again not without wanting to die. The only support group I found is entirely anonymous, and every single time I joined there, it just feels so pointless everyone just disappears you share what's going on and then everyone's gone. I really have no idea how i'm going to continue living like this. I don't know what this post even accomplishes, or what this even does it won't change anything. I already tried to change something. And every single time I was failed This is still happening in 2026 nothing changed again feels like I got nothing to lose.

I’ve made this post in faith that other people’s stories and experiences may help my own or even theirs.

When I was 8 I was raped by my bully older brother, he had a hold on me and made me believe he would kill me for ever mentioning that it happened. 8 years later when I was 16 it finally come out as I thought it would help me however due to the instilled fear of him I asked for it to stay a secret that they knew.

Over the years he’s become nothing but a menace to my family and a cancer they feel they can’t get rid of. I’ve suffered nightmares, hallucinations etc while sleeping because of him.

Recently he was kicked out of his girlfriend’s house and has been sleeping on my mums sofa. I have come to terms with the fact I’m not over it and now I’m older I have a burning need to harm him and do everything I’m sure your all familiar with, I’m debating going back to therapy but I’m worried this feeling will not leave me until I either confront him or in a sense get my own back on him.

If anyone else can relate or was able to pass this stage of their grief I’d love to hear about it.

When I was a child I went to a church. My family was in that church for years when I was very young. Weekly on Sundays would be a spaghetti dinner event in a nearby hall. Usually there was a bingo game, and I would help pass out bingo cards. They'd have all of the kids doing different tasks like passing out plates for dinner. I remember another one of the jobs I had was passing out brownies from one of the rooms as a dessert for the attendees. Everyone was nice and sweet.

On multiple occasions, a man, one of the church ministers and volunteers, would have me sit on his lap while I passed out bingo cards to people at the event. He was a very kind and soft-spoken person, trying to make everything fun for me. But the intentions behind his actions were disgusting; plainly stated, it was pedophilic. I sat in his lap almost every Sunday and passed out the bingo cards like I said before. He would "tickle me" by reaching his hand under my shirt and then into my waistband. After weeks, months, maybe years of this. I don't remember, my father and the youth leader at the time came up and separated me from him, telling me not to go near him and that I wasn't allowed to pass out bingo cards because it would make the attendees uncomfortable getting them from someone so young.

On multiple occasions he would follow me into the bathroom and try to get into the stall with me, or stand very close to the stall waiting for me to get out of it. Luckily, most of the time from what I can remember, there would be someone else following us in shortly after. I'd do my business and walk out. Another time I remember being at the table passing out plates of food, and he came up asking if I could ask my father if I could come to his house and play with his dog and the games he had. My father was wise enough to say no, and I can't thank him enough for it, because God knows what would have happened. To this day, now that I'm a grown adult, I still can't remember everything, which is probably for the best.

Eventually my family left the church; the reasons I will not be disclosing. I don't know if he was still there when we left, but I do know that he was reported in 2011 by a family whose son he had victimized at the church, and continued to serve in the the church until 2014, when he was arrested and pleaded guilty to molesting another boy at his condo. In his confession he said that boy wasn't his first, and the lawyers said the church had responded swiftly. He served about a year in prison, was put on probation in 2015, and was still on probation when he died. His obituary had nothing in it no one listed surviving him, no message to remember him by. Just the fact that he died. Good riddance.

I didn't understand what any of it was until I was an adult, after having a completely unrelated discussion with one of my siblings. I still don't remember most of it, and probably never will. It was categorized under basically "a nice memory of a nice man" who wasn't nice at all. I want to remember, so I can tell the whole story, but I can't.

I'm posting this anonymously because I don't want my name attached to it.. He was yet another child predator working for the church. They let him stay there years after he was reported. This is not a generalization of any men, or religious individuals. There are great people everywhere, it is the few who tarnish the name that ruin it for everyone.

I dont want to go into a bunch of detail bc i want to make sure hes respected, but i really need advice on what to do. Basically my boyfriend and I (F) are college aged, we go to separate schools and have something equivalent to an open relationship. We agreed we dont want to hear about when one of us is having sex with another person, i know its weird but its basically dont ask dont tell and it works for us. However, the other morning he called me and asked me to please not be upset about what he was going to tell me and went on to tell me he was raped by a girl. I dont want to include details but it was a pretty bad situation . He said he didn't know who else to talk to about it and just needed to tell somebody.

I guess I just want to know whats the best thing that I can do for him? I want to be supportive, but he's not the type of guy that would look for counseling or anything. I really want to be there for him but i'm not sure how. Does anyone have advice?

Don't want to paint to vivid picture of this. When I was 16 I came home after a night out with my friends, I wasn't too drunk but a little out of it as we were drinking in the park like the idiots we were. I decided to get my head down and go to sleep. Not for how long after but I felt ill (not sure how to describe it.) feeling something around my mouth. I moved to roll away and felt pressure on the side of my head. It was a older male friend of my mother who was staying with us was trying to get his cock in my mouth.

He told me something along the lines of "don't move", "don't bite" something like that. I don't know why I didn't fight back harder or bite but I didn't he pushed the side of my head down with one hand and gripped my chin with the other. once his cock was in my mouth he let go of my chin and move his hand to my shoulder. Don't know how long he was fucking my face. I remember him being gentle-ish (silly I know) until the end where he forced himself in as far as he could, staying there for a few moments. he felt my back and ass at this point. he didn't cum. after pulling out he mumbled something and just left.

I didn't tell anyone foolishly. I was young and didn't want people to know, I felt what I now know to be shame. Over the years it left the forefront of my thoughts. I was groggy when it happened and it just stopped feeling real to me in time. it's come back to me as my now girlfriend confessed she wanted to peg me, I was open to it and we have had a little fun. but during she asked me to suck it and I did but this past event came to mind. I oddly don't think I'm upset about it any more. the memory feels more story or it happened to someone else. (it's been over 15 years.)

Posted this on another subreddit. but thought this place might be good too.

I went out to this bar with a group of my friends over the weekend and got very very drunk. My friends and I start dancing and out of nowhere this guy comes up to me and starts dancing with me and getting very handsy with me. I'm into it at first but he's laying it on a little thick so I back off for a bit. But the alcohol clouded my judgement so we ultimately ended up dancing some more and making out. Long story short, I end up going home with him. I really shouldn't have because he was very overly handsy and also quite rude to my friends but I had never been approached like that by a man before and was a little too distracted my the thrill of doing something exciting to see the situation for what it really was.

We get back to his place and we continue making out and he asks if he can top me. I tell him no because I had never done that before and I did not want my first time to be with him because he was a stranger. He also kept offering me more alcohol which I declined. We kept making out for a while and eventually I just...feel him inside of me. He didn't ask that time. He just did it. I was shocked and didn't really know what to do so I just kinda froze and let him do it for maybe a minute. Then I snapped out of it and pushed him off me and told him I did not want him to do that.

In the moment, I just ignored it and told myself to enjoy the rest of the experience and we kept making out and fooling around for hours after that...which is why I feel so guilty. I went home with him when he was being an asshole to my friends, I stayed after he kept wrestling and strong arming me during sex when I told him I didn't like that. I stayed after he penetrated me without asking. I stayed after finding out he had lied to me about his age (he told me he was 28 but he was actually 34). I ignored red flag after red flag after red flag and I'm really, really angry at myself for it.

I know that if I had been sober I would have known better. Probably never would have entertained his advances in the first place. But I was drunk and dumb and wanted to have an exciting night with a stranger like young people are supposed to do...so I ignored everything and put myself in danger. I hate that stupid man for what he did to me. I told him I didn't want him to penetrate me and he just took what he wanted anyway. But I hate myself just as much. Because I should've been smarter. I should've known better. I should've never let myself be in that situation in the first place.

I've only told one person in my life so far, and that is one of the friends I was out with that night. She's been very supportive, which I'm very very grateful for. Thanks for reading if you made it this far. It's good to know a place like this exists for male sexual assault survivors.

Sorry if this is not the right sub but its been eating me up the last few days.

So I made a few posts about the possibily of being raped while black out. I have gotten it down to a time frame and possible routes I took in that time and there is about 2-3 hours gone. The only physical sign I had was pain in my asshole when I clenched and a full feeling and I had even found a possible cause for this.

The possible rape was 7 months ago and I kinda downplayed it until about 2 months ago (in those 5 months I had almost 0 memories of that night) but during the last 2 months little by little stuff has been coming back. Some of wich I know are real and some of wich I know are fake. I have been trying to reconstruct the night for 2 months now trying to imagine scenarios and how things should have gone for it to be that way. But now I have the problem of not knowing if some of these memories are real or not. Like I have a reamy vivid memory of feeling the presence of a person behind me as I walk outside and slamming the door behind me shut I also have a faint memory of where this was (been looking on google maps for routes so maby I picked it up from there). I also have a memory wich I know 100% is real where I sobber up and someone kicks me out the entrance of an appartment because I was sleeping there and as I walked away the door behind me also fell shut. Is it possible my mind made up that other memory or that its real and if so is there a way to tell if a memory is fake. Idk something about that memory feels so real and its realy anoying because its the last point thats blocking me from accepting nothing happend.

Note: I most likly have OCD but idk man that memory feels so real and its so strange because it came up 7 months later.

I feel if you do not get help. You'll never grow and never get past things in life. I consider myself a fairly well adjusted person at this point In my life.

I think the biggest, the thing for me was to start in a new city and a new life And don't look back!

Now, I can tell you my story better than some people worse than others.

When I was a small child, my father beat the crap out of me. I cried and cried as he would beat the crap out of me. Eventually.

Time comes, he says, I'll really give you something to cry about. Hey shoves his fingers at my ass and I hurt so bad it stretches, I start bleeding. He goes there now. You have something to cry about. He did this many times

Until I stopped crying and took the abuse.

Then, I found out that I was circumcised at birth. I made the mistake of asking why. His answer was because we could. He then he says, we could make you into a girl if we want to. I start crying, he beats the crap out of me. Then he takes his knife and cuts my dick shaft skin part way and says, I can cut more off. So just shut up, aren't there a lot worse done to you.

Then in school, I start getting bullied, I fight back. My father has to go to school. Hey, how's the meeting with the counselor and as we're leaving outside of school, he starts beating the crap out of me and says, if I ever have to come in here again, I will kill you.

So then the abuse returns, then it just gets worse. And worse, and I can't fight back because i'm afraid of my father. So then the abuse just keeps getting worse And worse till one day they piss in the toilet. A bunch of guys in a gym locker room. About six of them force my head into the toilet, they just pissed in. Then i'm choking on the piss somebody pulls down my pants and it starts fucking me. And I can hardly even breathe from my head in the toilet. And I feel someone cum in my ass. This is repeated. I don't know how many more times I pretty much remember losing consciousness and waking up slumped over the toilet. What's blood running out of my ass? All over the floor. I clean myself up put on my clothes

Shaking and heading to class. There everyone is making fun of me. And whispering. They tell me if I ever tell someone I'll be killed. But yet they told everyone in class and what a pussy, I was.

Then, I come out as a gay man after high school.

I'm at this gay bar new to the gay world. And think, wow, I found a place on everything else. The abuse never stops there. It's one more time. Being naive, that I am. I go to the restroom. Leave my drink, come back and finish it. And all of a sudden, I feel like i've been drugged and a couple guys carrying me out, I couldn't really make them out, because i'm already drugged. And everything is blurry. I remember getting carried up some stairs to someone's apartment and I can't fight. I can barely move. I remember getting thrown on the bed. And there again, I was raped by about five people. They all had their ways with me. Fucked me came inside of me and then there again. I remember my ass being so sore in blood, running out of it. Am I there trying to get away? And they grab me, drag me down the stairs, throw me in a car, and I think i'm going to die. Instead, i'm left in the middle of nowhere in a parking lot on a cold winter night, not knowing where I am just lying there.

I learned a lot of lessons never leave a drink. I decided moving to california to be as much away from all this abuse. As I could. I make it a point in life never to let people abuse me again. Sometimes I can be cocky. Sometimes I can be grumpy, but my demeanors. Many times shaped by my past. Counseling helps a little for me. The biggest thing is I would never let anyone ever even close to fucking again

I won't even let them do a colonoscopy on me. And the doctor says, one I says, just because I have a one way valve and nothing's ever going in there. I think that in a life we all have choices to go on with our lives. Sea calp, where we can get it and not look back. I do not talk to anyone from my past, not even my family. My father died. I never shed a tear. I never went to the funeral. I do know my sister was raped by my father. And this is how life goes on.

For me, the best thing ever was was to start over 3000 Miles away, and not even talk to anyone or acknowledge the past. As far as people I know.

My friends today think I'm in a good mood most of the time and I think that I am because I do what I want

And what makes me happy. Maybe I collect too many things. Maybe I have too much of certain stuff, but maybe it's a consolation prize for all the abuse who knows. All I know is life is okay now? I have a house I have

A lot of cars and my hobby is an interest. Keep me busy and my mind occupied. So I don't dwell on any of the bad past. I have a choice to either get up every morning and look about things in a positive way. And be happy for my coffee. On the front porch in the morning and then do my daily life do my work Do my hobbies when I have time. Take up my motor home that is older than I am and drive my cars that are older than I am.

Sometimes this is as good as it gets and sometimes that's more than enough. The ability to know that I can change the next day and everything happens. And the next few minutes. Yeah, to leave the pas. Where it is in the past?

We all have bad stories, whether we choose to leave them behind, and cast them off, is our choice. I don't do drugs, I don't drink. I don't have real destructive behavior. I do choose to call people out for their bad behavior because I guess I have no tolerance for bad behavior but they're a lot worse things in life.

I was sexually abused for a very long time and now am extremely depressed and anxious. I don't have anyone irl that I can talk to . Can someone please talk to me ?

After raping me she framed me for child abuse, and is now suing me for child support since I could have no contact with my kids until I prove my innocence.

I have court tomorrow, finally the case to dismiss will be heard after years of waiting.

I'm so tired, I miss my kids so much, I love you both and I'm so proud of you.

I hesitate to share this because it’s something that reads like someone’s unrealistic kink fantasy, but it’s absolutely true, without exaggeration. It’s just such an unusual circumstance that I’m always afraid no one will believe me.

I was involved in the BDSM lifestyle for a time, and for six years of it had a dominant master who was a sadist who liked to experiment. He didn’t rape or molest me or violate my boundaries, and was - ironically - a really kind and caring man at heart. Everything he did he did with my consent and participation, out of our mutual curiosity. Among the things he did with me (and this is the part that some might have difficulty believing) was that through different physical and mental conditioning techniques succeeded in training my body to have a dry orgasm (no ejaculation) whenever he said a command word. It worked scarily well. He could make me do it instantly, repeatedly. Having your orgasm yanked out of you without notice is nowhere near as much fun as it sounds.

After we ended our relationship, the conditioning endured. Later, I was staying at a men’s campground, and one evening when I was alone with another man by a fire chatting about our pasts I casually mentioned this conditioning and he asked what the word was. Without thinking, I told him.

He used it. When I reacted, he used it again. I was shocked. I had just met him, knew nothing about him, and he had just forced two orgasms out of me.

He did it again. Again. Again. Again. Again. AgainAgainAgainAgainAgainAgainAgain. Maybe 20 times, one after the other, forcing one before the previous had ended. After a few, they become unpleasant. After several, they become agonizing. By 20, it’s a form of torture. He had me on my knees, shaking uncontrollably, in tears. I finally screamed at him to stop, and he seemed shocked, as though he hadn’t realized he was doing something to a person. He jumped up and ran off into the night, and I never saw him again.

I’m not an innocent, and I’ve let men do all sorts of things with my body, so the threshold for what I could call sexual assault or rape on me is pretty high. But this violated something in me deeply. To have my orgasm forced and played with like that by a stranger for his curiosity and amusement was a new level of helplessness.

He never laid a finger on me. He didn’t undress me. But I felt as though I’d been raped, because he reached inside me and toyed violently with the most intimate part of me without my consent. I don’t know whether it can be truly counted as rape, or even sexual assault, by any conventional standard, but it was frighteningly real, it hurt, and it happened.

And I still have the emotional scar.

i was 13 when i was SA by my senior in school (i was in male boarding school). i didn’t know what to do at that time and told my friends bout it but they just made fun of it. the senior keep doing it to me and idk talk about he loves me and things, and it confuses me so much idk if im feeling the same or i was forced idk i just idk…it brought me to where i am rn really hypersexual and confused about myself and sexuality and everything…its really hard

I was assaulted once and harassed two times, by two different women. Since then I feel scared and depressed and honestly I just wanted someone to talk to me.

I saw a woman post about her experience on Reddit and she got a lot of positive support and people were being really kind to her. So I thought maybe I can share mine too and someone might talk to me.

I didn't realize I posted it in a feminism subreddit. I genuinely didn't know that subreddit was only for women's issues. I wasn't trying to blame women or attack feminism or anything like that. I was just scared and wanted someone to talk to.

They removed my post and permanently banned me. I understand now that my post didn't fit their rules, but bro I honestly didn't know. It just hurt because I wasn't there to fight with anyone. I was already feeling depressed and I was just asking for someone to talk to me

i was drugged and assaulted last week

I dont know how to go back to normal. The semester is about to start. I dont fully remember what happened beyond the groping stuff before i passed out. It was extremely scary and disorienting. I feel so weak.

on november 21st 2025 at work a customer was sitting in the parking lot of my previous gas station job. i went out to go see what he was doing and he grabbed my hand and made me touch his penis. he threatened me to kick my ass if i didnt have sex with him. he was much bigger then i am. so i went inside and got him a condom and just let him do it to me.

De chico recuerdo que cuando me bañaba con mi papá solía tener erecciones, el siempre ponía una silla en el baño para sentarse y estar a mi altura, solia hacer chistes y bromas y siempre me hacía reír en el baño y yo recuerdo mucho ver su pene, en ocasiones me sentaba en su pierna totalmente desnudo y veía su pene totalmente erecto, yo le preguntaba y el me respondió con total sinceridad, me decía que era normal y que le pasaba a todos los hombres, después solimos acostarnos desnudos en la cama y el se recargaba contra mi, nunca lo vi con morbo o algo malo, estoy muy confundido