Survivor Story: My Abuser Repeatedly Raped and Sexually Abused Me
Written by: BTSADV Survivor When I first met him, I was a short, small-town, fourteen-year-old girl who was swept off my feet by his charm and sweet words. I felt like the princess he would tell me I was. After being interested in him for a year, he took me to a movie and asked […]
Angel Story: My Cousin Was Murdered By Her Estranged Husband
Written By: A cousin, in memory of Chloe Domestic violence is not selective to race, gender, or cultural ethnicity. It is not discerning to the rich or poor. Domestic violence became a nightmare turned reality for our family in March in a Kentucky town. The evening before her death, my 20-year-old cousin was frantically […]
Survivor Story: The First Time My Abuser Assaulted Me, It Caused a Concussion and Brain Hemorrhage
Written By: Kara, Survivor My ex and I were together for a short period – only three months. In the beginning, the relationship was great – almost like a fairy tale. I ignored the warning signs and even dismissed my own friends telling me to stay away from this man. He had a charm to […]
Angel Story: My Abuser Shot Me and A Friend After I Left
Written by: BTSADV Survivor I was with my abuser for eight years. It all started when I was young and did not want to listen to anyone. When I first started dating him, I was 15 years old. It was also at that age that I first experienced the abuse, but I ignored the red […]
Survivor Story: Five Things That Happen After You Leave
Written by: BTSADV Survivor I have spent the last six years of my life dealing with the aftermath of my abusive marriage – six years. I was married to him for eight years, and nearly half of my life has been driven by my experience with domestic violence. I started speaking out only three years […]
Survivor Story: I Lived with Abuse for Eight Years and Thought of It As Normal
Written by: BTSADV Survivor This past August marked my second anniversary away from my abuser. The photo on the left shows me sitting on a pile of clothes in a trashed apartment on the very last day I had ever spoken to my abuser. On the right, I stand two years later. I cannot believe […]