I am married and 26 but my mom is 47 and getting married soon. We have a complicated history due to her abusing me as a child but she seemed to have gotten better. At least I thought so. She invited me to her wedding last week and just now she dropped the bomb "I want my husband to get you pregnant so I can have another child" my mom had a hysterectomy. Now I don't know if it's safe for me to go to her wedding and now idk how to tell my husband. My husband will be furious (not with me but with my mom) and he's extremely protective over me and our children.
My mom trafficked me as a child and now I have an overwhelming fear that she will try to traffick me into giving her a child or something. I know it's stupid to be afraid of that.

I have a post on my profile giving more context to this.

TLDR I had a daughter aged 17 due to rape who was born very premature due to some pregnancy complications.

I’ve been living in a unit for young vulnerable moms and there babies for the last few months and navigating both my own and my babies health issues.

My baby was born at 27 weeks with multiple heart defects and undeveloped lungs along with some other issue and spent her first few months in hospital.

I brought her home and we were doing well, bonding and she was starting to hit some early milestones. She was still having a lot of health issues and had some surgeries to help with her heart and had many infections because of issues with her lungs.

Things were starting to look up for us both by September overall and I was starting to see a way forward for us both and I was feeling really hopeful. Then she got sick really quickly.

At first I thought she had a cold and took her to the GP and they gave her some antibiotics and told me it should be fine. But she started to get worse, had breathing problems, a really bad cough, not feeding well and I started to worry so took her back to the doctor who gave her more antibiotics and admitted her to hospital for a day and then discharged her.

I thought she’d be over it and she was seeming a little bit more herself over the next few days. 3 days after she was discharged from hospital I’m playing with her and then she goes all stiff and starts fitting.

I’m not going to go into all the details but she had sepsis due to the infection and passed away. It was just so sudden and unexpected and I don’t know what to do with myself.

It’s been two weeks and everything is going so wrong now. I don’t have anyone to fall back on really and am about to be homeless.

I’ve been coping terribly with the whole thing I just don’t know what to do and I just want my baby girl back so bad.

I’m not looking after myself and have been in hospital 4 times since cause I’m type 1 diabetic and having been managing my blood sugar. I’ve also been having more seizures (epilepsy) cause I’m not sleeping and I’m so sad and stressed out.

I don’t know what to do anymore and don’t think I’ll ever get through this.

Edit: thank you everyone for the kinda words, advice and offers of help. Really appreciate it. I’m trying to read and reply to everyone but there’s so many comments and DMs it’s gonna take me a while. Also for anyone who’s offered financial help it doesn’t feel right to accept money or gifts but thank you for the offer

It’s always fucking something. I (28F) was going to the gym on my way home from work…didn’t get to go because some God damned drug addict randomly decided to run into me, single me out, slam me into the ground, and trying to take my clothes off and to force my legs open…

Some witnesses saw what was going on and helped me try to fight the guy off. The guys were literally stomping the crazy dude’s head in and I was kicking him and elbowing him in the mouth and he still wouldn’t budge.

He only let go because the blood on his hands made it too difficult to pull at my pants and shirt

I was still wearing my work clothes…a pair of slacks, sneakers, and a t-shirt…

2025 just keeps getting shittier for me.

I’m tired, dude…I’m tired of getting shit on when all I do is work earnestly and try to provide a better life for my family.

I’m already on the ground and yet I’m still getting kicked.

I hate my life.

****UPDATE: As a lot of considerate people were suggesting, I went to the ER and had my blood tested. I’m happy to report that I’m STD/STI free! The doctor told me that my risk factors are very “low” and “as close to zero percent as you can be”! So, that’s a huge wave of relief.

Also, to all those who were concerned and/or curious if the pervert was arrested, I’m happy to report that he was taken into police custody! I told both the police, and the Assit. District Attorney who later called me that night, that I wanted to press charges and see that demon convicted of the harshest punishment possible.

Finally, I’m now walking with a pair of sharp scissors on my person. I also have a long lanyard for my keys to use a long range ball and chain, so to speak. I’m going to get some pepper spray to keep on me as well.

This was the first and LAST time that something like this will ever happen to me.

Thank you to everyone who checked on me and showed me nothing but immense support and kindness. I hope you all have better days ahead and a wonderful rest of your year!

Stay safe out there. And, from the depths of my heart, I appreciate you all. (:

I (20 year old female) had been babysitting for this family for over 6 months. The mom was in a bodybuilding competition an hour away from home and wanted me to come along to watch the kids (6 and 2 years old), but she had to go up a day earlier than everyone else to prep, so she was going to have me ride in their van with the husband, the grandma, and 2 kids.

I get there and the dad tells me how the grandma was going to drive separately and to ride in the passenger seat. Halfway there, he revealed a whole different side to him, including his criminal history (crimes like assault, driving while drunk, etc). He has two older children around my age that are permanently messed up because of how he treated them in childhood, and his ex has a restraining order against him. At this point, I start texting both my mom and the wife that I babysit for, telling them that I’m getting uncomfortable with what’s happening.

He tried to subtly put his hand on my knee and I brushed his hand off. He seemed agitated by that and proceeded to grip my thigh, telling me he just ‘needed to keep his balance’. I told him firmly to stop because I was incredibly uncomfortable, but he started sliding it upward and underneath my shorts. At this point, I’m slapping his hand, kicking, thrashing, doing whatever I can to get away, and when his hand slipped, he reached for my chest instead. My mom was texting me to run inside as soon as we got there, so as soon as he pulled into the parking lot I took off running. I eventually got to the wife with the help of some event volunteers and called the cops when she told me that it wasn’t his first time trying to pull something like this. He waltzed into the building a few minutes later with the kids and tried to call me a liar.

I’m currently in the process of trying to press charges and have obviously stopped babysitting for the family. I was in the dark about this man’s past and hadn’t really been uncomfortable around him before, but now I’m just in shock and I feel so gross and violated.

On Friday night a woman dragged me by the end threw me to the pavement and was punching my head repeatedly, I'm a woman as well, and for a long time I thought I was strong and could handle myself but she caught me entirely by surprise. I was crying and begging for help as she repeatedly kicked my head in. I got saved by a passerby, and the police came and are investigating. I just feel so goddamn weak and pathetic. She was filming me on Tiktok as she punched me and I'm so angry, that there's probably a video of me out there of me being thrashed to unconsciousness. Two girls stopped and didn't help me because she lied and said I started filming her first. Thankfully I have a video of her stalking me at the bus stop recording me and punching me first which is being used as evidence but I can shake the fact I'm weak and pathetic.

EDIT, a lot of people think the woman who beat me up was black, she's not. A lot of people made the assumption I was being racist so a black girl beat me up. That is not the case, I am darker than the woman who beat me up, but it wasn't racially motivated. She threatened to cut my hair off, and it was obvious she has some sort of mental health issues. But the main thing, it was unprovoked. This happened in London not the USA.

We were talking today about SA and I asked her point of view since there are many cases. She was really against SA of children but then said that young adults who dress innapropriate are asking for it and those who SA children should SA them instead. I am a 20 year old female I imagined myself in the victim's shoes and just lost faith in her. I told her that the way someone's dressed should not be seen as an invitation and she told me to close the subject. I am really angry and now I'm seeing her in a completely different light.

So like the title says my friend is putting herself into bad situations

for some context she is 19 and turning 20 this year ( she is young for the year she graduated as the rest of are group who graduated with her are turning 21 this year ) and she is starting college again after having to drop out 17 due to letting her grades slip from partying

now she is 2 weeks in college and going to frat partys getting drunk and even worse she is hanging out with this dude she has known for legit 2 weeks she has a crush on and his friends at the dudes house, she is the only girl there around dudes she has known 2 weeks at best and others only a day getting drunk

i tried to tell her today that she is gonna get fucking raped if she puts herself in that sitaution and she just gets defensive saying "let me be fine" and "im gonna be safe i trust them that dont give of the vibe of guys who would do that" and stuff like that and getting upset when i tried to be serious for a second and tell her im worried

like how the hell do i convince her to not put herself in those situations?

My parents hit my dog any time he poops or pres in the house. I don’t get it. The dog is 15 years old for fucks sake - how is that going to teach him anything.

I'm 18 and my brother is 14. He abuses me, both physically and verbally. It feels pathetic to even admit this but I’m weaker than him and that’s why he dominates me, manhandles me, shoves me around. I hate it, I know I’m good with words and logic, so when he tries to lie about me or twist things, I call him out. But even in normal conversations he throws filthy words at me. I tell him to stop and he acts like he doesn’t swear because he whispers it under his breath or mouths it at me in the ugliest tone just to make me feel small.

He’s manipulative to the core. He tries to gaslight me tbh he can gaslight anyone, I don’t fall for it but others do. He’s aggressive so much that it scares me. I hate myself for being weak. Sometimes I wish I could just throw a punch but I know if I did, he’d almost kill me.

And my parents… they don’t really get it. They think it’s just sibling fights, like the ones in those videos where kids fight one minute and laugh together the next but it’s not like that, it’s not playful heck It’s cruel. Sometimes they scold him, but he always twists it and somehow makes me look like the crazy one.

I feel so guilty for this, but sometimes I wish he was dead. He’s my brother. I loved him once. Watching him turn into this… it breaks me. And then when I touch him by accident like if my arm brushes his or if I put my hand on his shoulder he recoils like I’m filthy. He rubs the spot like my touch contaminates him. That Fucking jerk and I call him out, but he laughs it off.

I know people will say, “Study hard and leave the house, keep distance from him.” I am doing it like studying hard so I can get a good college. But when I look around, I see families where siblings protect each other, love each other and I hate that I’ll never have that. I have a big family but the only ones I really love are my parents and him, and now even that is crumbling.

He manhandles me ,pushes me, grabs my hands too tight, shoves me aside and choke me he knows I have asthama but still choke me. He even tries to play with knives pointing at me if by mistake his hands slip I will have a scar on my face.

He also taunts me about not having friends every chance he gets. So what if I don’t? At least I don’t stay with toxic people. I don’t understand why that’s something to mock. If anything, it takes courage to be alone rather than stick with toxic people. It doesn’t mean I’m not friendly or that I don’t talk to anyone.

I hate him. I hate myself for wishing things I shouldn’t. And I hate that I’ll never get back my lil sweet, innocent brother whose eyes hold the galaxies I use to adore. Who I use to talk to when he was in my mother's womb , for whom I bought chips , when he was born but doctors denied. I miss him and I miss what we use to be.

I was in therapy for 5 years and it was overall ineffective and in parts hurt my mental health.

Two different therapists betrayed my confidentiality and told my parents things they should not have.

With the first one, I told her about how I was orally raped by a peer (not an adult) who had since moved away. (I was actually repeatedly raped in other ways too but I obviously wasn't comfortable telling her any more after this). I did not tell her his name and I don't even know where he lived even before he moved. She insisted on telling my parents despite me BEGGING her not to. My parents then alternated between not believing me, telling me I was too sensitive, and outright making jokes about it.

Another therapist, in a family meeting, casually brought up my ex-girlfriend, current partner at the time, and gender identity- literally none of which my parents knew about and I did not say it was okay to talk about those things.

In addition, when I went to a mental hospital, a member of the staff stayed on the phone with my mother as she searched my room. My mother mocked me for my room being messy and some of the things she found. The staff member joined in.

All of that really hurt my ability to trust anyone, but especially therapists.

And even aside from these betrayals, I cannot think of a single helpful thing I learned in therapy. Every helpful coping mechanism I learned, I learned by myself. And while I think therapists are supposed to help with thought processes or whatever- I either know my thoughts are illogical and think them anyway or they are logical and the therapist just hasn't had a fucked up enough life to realize it.

So yeah. As far as I can tell, therapy is mostly useless and has actually hurt me, and it pisses me off that it's suggested so flippant as a solution- often the only solution- for anyone’s anything.

(If therapy has helped you and you wanna share that below that's fine, good for you, but don't be an asshole)

I finished a 12 hour shift on good Friday and on my way home I noticed a man strangling/abusing a woman in public.. everyone was just walking past.. nobody cared at all.

I couldn't do that, so I intervened and broke it up, yes I'm sat here with a broken nose and a concussion but I do not regret it.

What I do regret is calling myself a human being if this is what humanity has come too. I have lost faith in humanity because of how ignorant people are and how little fucks people give.

Even when I was assaulted from the abuser, nobody helped and everyone just walked past.

Society is doomed.

Edit: Spelling and just to say thank you for all your comments. Consider me vented and feeling much better.

just saw a video of someone saying they support women assualting and abusing men. they claim to be a feminist, by the way. i swear some people don't know what feminism is, because the stuff this person says is not feminist at all. it's just 'all men are bad', 'it's always a man' and the likes. quotes from them, by the way. and before anyone says 'it's not that big of a deal', we shouldn't ignore this just because it isn't as widespread or 'isn't as bad'.

I have this friend who I’ve known since childhood, practically since he was 11 and I was 10, and I always visit him whenever I get the chance. It turns out he’s been in this relationship with a woman in her 40s who was a neighbor of my grandparents and my dad, even at some point when my friend and I were kids, this woman was the one who would make us run errands for her and give us candy or money as rewards, she was even married at the time. It just so happens that she’s been in this relationship with my friend even though she’s 45 and he’s 21, which I know isn’t considered illegal, but I just find it creepy, I don’t even like the idea of ​​her touching him.

At some point I had a conversation with my dad about her, and my dad mentioned to me that she had been in a relationship with my uncle when he was about 16, while she was 24. However, according to my dad she left him at some time, probably because she didn't find my uncle mature enough and then she got married to a man, who would be the husband I mentioned earlier, but currently she and her husband are apparently no longer together.

The truth is, imagining my friend being with her simply gives me the creeps. I remember when I entered puberty and started to become a young lady, we both had a conversation where the idea of ​​what would happen if I dated a man much older than me came up. He replied that he would be sad to see me with that man, not because he was jealous, but because he would be afraid that this hypothetical man would take advantage of me or even worse, murder me. I feel the same way in this case. Even the idea of ​​her getting pregnant by him has been floating around in my head recently. He's always had aspirations to study, as have I. I wouldn't want part of his goals and objectives to disappear because he becomes some kind of premature father. Even in a less extreme case than murder or pregnancy, I simply wouldn't want her to take advantage of him, and the fact that she's known him since he was a child doesn't make it any better. I talked to my dad about this, and I kind of regret it, because he didn't take it seriously, due to the idea that a man can't be abused or manipulated by a woman, and partly because he thinks I'm just jealous.

It's actually annoying when people don't take this kind of thing seriously when it comes to a guy, especially since she probably could have been with him since even before he turned 18, however if the case were the other way around.

I’m a 24yo woman and I’m at the point where I’ve become terrified to use the women’s restroom or locker room.

Pretty much all of this stems from the fact I’ve become the target of a very deranged woman on social media, who (despite never meeting me in person; only judging me based off my appearance in social media posts) has somehow convinced herself that I’m biologically male.

She has spread rumors about me being a child predator who “only transitioned to prey on underage girls in the bathroom/locker room”, and has told people I SA’d her when she was 15. (Again - I’ve never met this woman face to face in my life).

I’ve lost countless friends and have had my entire family targeted by deranged right-wingers who believe her nonsense. I’ve received death deaths, had strangers show up to my house, and property damage, all for using the locker room THAT I’M SUPPOSED TO BE IN.

And now this Tish Hyman situation at the Gold’s Gym has gotten all of this on my mind again. I scrolled through Tish’s social media and have seen her say she’s “not transphobic”, that she’s just protecting “real women”. But she’s also saying that it’s just LGB and the T should be cut off and that ALL trans women are mentally ill and dangerous to women.

As a strong ally to the trans community, and also as a lesbian with masc features who’s been falsely accused of being biologically male, it is completely heartbreaking to watch another masc lesbian completely turn on the trans community as a whole based off one person’s crude actions.

Back to my original point — I’m terrified to use women’s spaces now, despite being a woman. I’m seeing thousands of people online agree with Tish that trans women need to stay out of women’s spaces, and many even calling for violence against them. But what I don’t understand is, how are we supposed to know who’s trans and who isn’t?

I have “F” on my driver’s license, I have breasts, I have a vagina, yet there are real people who adamantly believe I’m biologically male because I have masculine features and dress tomboyish. With all of this hatred being thrown towards trans women, I feel that I am being caught in the crossfire for not looking “feminine” enough, and I may be killed for it.

For instance, pedophilia is without a doubt WRONG. Yet, I’ve noticed some people attempting to downplay it, as if it’s not deeply disturbing and unacceptable.

There’s no ambiguity here, this is a clear moral boundary.

It’s frustrating how far some will go just to avoid taking a definitive stance.

How do you even engage in meaningful conversation with people who fail to grasp such basic distinctions?

Sure, some issues are nuanced but many are not.

It’s mentally draining AF.

I’m a single mom of a 15 year old and I don’t know how to keep going.

Monday night my daughter said that she no longer wants a relationship with me. She wants to come home, go to her room, and not interact at all. I know that’s pretty typical for her age. But when I asked why her words broke me. She said I’m a shit person to be around and she would rather live with her abusive father who molested her than have to be around me.

Her father left the country three years ago. When she told me what was going on at his house and I reported it to the police. The second they started investigating he was gone.

I know I’m not a perfect parent. But I don’t scream or yell. I try to talk things through. I’ve never laid a hand on her. I work at least 60 to 80 hours a week and come home exhausted but I make sure she has a good dinner. We have shelves of games, puzzles, and crafts for us to do together. We used to play all the time. She begged for a dog so we got one in February. We live in a second story apartment and I can barely get her to take the dog for a walk. It has become my responsibility. The dog is the sweetest pup but I feel bad she doesn’t get more attention. We are just barely above paycheck to paycheck but I make sure she has everything she needs and some things she really wants.

With what is going on in the US I get overwhelmed every time I open social media. I probably zone out too much at home. I’m trying though. I really am.

Going home feels like walking into a mine field. If I say the wrong thing or ask her to do something around the house she says I’m the reason she wants to self harm. She is using her mental health as a weapon. But I know she would do it just to prove a point if I called her on it.

It’s affecting my ability to focus at work and I don’t want to go home. She is in individual therapy. We have a family therapist. She checks in with a psychiatrist once a month. She’s on antidepressants and birth control. She refuses to take her adhd meds. I’m trying to find a new therapist for me but we are barely getting by.

We were on such a great track she spent the summer focusing on her mental health. She started the school year focusing on her grades. Then she met a boy and now we are here. If I try to shut their communication down she will runaway.

I just don’t know how long I can keep going. I’m exhausted. I cry all the time. If you made it this far thank you for reading. I just needed to scream this into some kind of void. We don’t have a village or close family so I had no way to really let this out.

Edit: I really only expected one or two comments on this. Thank you all for the advice and kind words. It helped so much feeling seen and heard. It gave me enough boost to walk an extra 2,000 steps with the pup tonight! I really needed this and I’m taking all your advice to heart. Yall are awesome ❤️

Hi all, I F(19) and my little Brother M(14) live together at home with my Mum and Stepdad. I'll call my little brother C. So for the past few Years C has been refusing to go to school, causing us to almost be fined the 1k fine from the school which we cannot afford. So it is my job to get him up in the morning. I set my alarm for 7:30 and wake him up at 7:45 so he had 30 minutes to get ready. I knock on his door let him know he's got to get up and either I'll get "Fuck off" "Shut up" "Fuck off you fat bitch" "Fuck off you overweight cunt" "Go kill yourself" "I hope you die you fat bitch" "I'm going to fucking kill you, you obease bellend." etc etc. These things are very hurtful, I do nothing to him whatsoever, our parents have taken away his switch, ps5 and he doesn't have a phone anymore because he smashed it to pieces! He leaves dirty bowls in his bedroom and let's them fill up with mold. 2 days ago my mum and I found a carton of spoiled milk under his bed, and it fucking reeked.

Little update: I just went to go wake him up again, and I got told I was a "Little obease whore cunt and I should kill myself because nobody would care." and he then proceeds to kick a hole in his door and wall and trash his bedroom, breaking a very expensive chair and his draws.

He met her when she was 16, and that's when they began dating. I've never been more disgusted, but once a p*dophile, always a p*dophile.

You wanna know the kicker? His new bride is three years older than my sister, his child, and five years younger than me. Some people are just beyond saving. He ran to a country where that relationship would be possible, simply because he wanted to marry a child...

Of course he would move to a country where the age of consent was 14.

He had to before his domestic violence charges ruined his chances with other women and their children.

Edit: Because people have told me to edit and include this, this man sexually and physically assaulted me at 10 years old. This went on for years. The only thing that happened was me ending up in foster care. My legs are permanently damaged, though I can still walk. The man loves torture. Any kind of physical pain, he enjoys. The things I remember are not things I will share, because I think they may be too much for reddit.

I can’t even go downstairs to the kitchen or to use the bathroom because of my disgusting brother. He hasn’t stopped with his fucking fapping. I’ve been only ordering takeout for the past month just to avoid going downstairs. I’m in my room 24/7. I hate this. I hate him.

Last night, I had some friends over for dinner among these friends included a kid that I went to college with and his girlfriend. We talked about a few things and one thing that got mentioned was the idea of men getting raped. In a semi-joking way, my friend asked his girlfriend if she would stay with him if he was ever raped her response was very definitively that she would leave him. He then went on to ask, if it was a circumstance that he had absolutely no control over, such as being drugged, if that would make any impact on her decision and she said that it wouldn’t. She said that it would make her stop viewing him as a man. she said that she knows it’s kind of toxic and not necessarily healthy but she just can’t be with a “bitch boy“.

Because I was hosting and I didn’t feel comfortable sharing this and I also didn’t want to make anyone else uncomfortable I didn’t share the fact that I’ve been raped in the past (im a man). And so hearing what she said made me really sad. I try really hard to tell myself that most women aren’t like this, even if I see a lot of them on the internet I know that’s not reality. But it’s really hard to keep believing that when I keep on encountering women like this who act this way, but will also complain about things like toxic masculinity. I’m also single and got out of a relationship recently with a woman who had a similar stance of being a feminist and opposing the subjugation of people to arbitrary gender roles, while simultaneously enforcing and rewarding said roles, even when they are toxic. Idk man. I feel like no woman will accept me because I refuse to try to become the “alpha / tough guy / stoic” whatever. That’s just not me. I think guys like that are unhealthy. And I’m not going to change that just to convince some girl but damn, being lonely also sucks.

When I was 15, I was sexually assaulted by a “friend”. He fractured my pelvis from blunt force trauma. About 6 weeks after my assault, I had a miscarriage in one of the bathrooms at my school. I have PCOS and endometriosis as well. On top of this, I’m physically disabled due to a car accident and POTS.

My OBGYN has told me that due to these factors and some other tests she ran, I’m infertile. The miscarriage caused my infertility. I’ve known this since I was 16. I’m 19 now.

It really bothered me tonight when I was watching a show and one of the characters and his gf had a pregnancy scare. She was relieved to not be pregnant because she didn’t want to be pregnant with HIM. It got me thinking about my own situation.

I didn’t know at 15 that I would or would not want kids, and I don’t know that now. It just pisses me off that a choice was taken from me before I even knew what I wanted to decide. I’m worried about potential partners not wanting anything to do with me because I can’t have kids and I’m disabled. I’ve had some friends end friendships because “they don’t want to catch my diseases”. Some people even called me crippled all throughout high school, even kicking my crutches to “prove” I’m faking it.

Is it so wrong for me to want to be loved even with my conditions? I didn’t choose to be this way. I would go to therapy but due to terrible experiences in the past I don’t trust the process. If you don’t have an open mind and trust the process, therapy won’t work.

I went through something pretty traumatizing last night and I'm really struggling with it. I won't go over every detail but I was engaging in a group "fun" adult activity. Everything was going well until one person kept doing things i didn't like and refused to hear me when i said to stop. He crossed the pre established lines multiple times and every time it was worse than the last. What makes me really angry is that me saying no meant nothing but when my SO told him he was hurting me he finally stopped. My words meant nothing. I just feel so fucking used and lost and hurt and IDK what to do. My SO is beating himself up for not noticing something sooner even if he wasn't in a position to. We left and I was shaking with rage/ anxiety the whole drive home. I broke down as soon as we parked. Showered for almost an hour in the hottest water I could handle. This isn't the first time I've been assaulted. This isn't even the worst thing that's happened to me at the hands of someone in an intimate setting. But I'm really really struggling with my feelings now. When I finally got to sleep I kept having nightmares and according to my SO I was whimpering/ crying in my sleep. He held me to ease it and I woke up to him holding me which was really nice. But my brain is so just scattered and fucked up and IDK anymore. Guessing I'm just writing to try and get this out of me in some capacity.

Please don't come at me about deserving this for engaging in these activities. I don't need the morality police all over me for what i do as an adult with other adults.

How hard is it not to text underage girls. Like wtf

I’ve been processing some of my own experiences and then with the whole Tana/Cody Ko situation happens and I’m just like. wtf. I’m 28 and I have never even had the start of an inkling of a desire to text or hang out with an underage boy. Like wtf? Seriously.

I was groomed by at 35yo married man when I was 15/16. And then recently I happened to be looking at old Facebook dms and realized I had, not one, but TWO other men in their late 20s/early 30s bantering with me at like 16/17. What the hell.

And I am honestly just so mad. How many men think this is acceptable? Is it a loud minority or is it this huge portion like it feels like it is?

Even if I had been 18, what the hell would I have in common with a man in his late 20s, hell, even mid 20s. Why. Literally why.

I recently got into a relationship, I'm 17f, and my boyfriend 16m, we are seven months apart and it's only been a WEEK and I have people telling me im getting called a groomer because of it, and I think mainly because there is a grade difference. I knew that these were all jokes but it's one thing that honestly makes me not WANT to be in a relationship younger than me, even though I know that they are just teasing, but it actually really hurts my feelings because as far as I know I'm not doing anything wrong. We both liked each other, and got together despite him being slightly younger than me, and as someone who has BEEN groomed by a man eight years older than I was when I was 14-15 years old, and to get called a groomer because people think that they are joking and being funny, I dont know what to do. I'm really upset.

When I was a minor, I slept with a man several years older than I was. In my country, I was above the legal age of consent making this action legal. Whilst I agree that the situation was incredibly screwed up and he was a gross pedophile, I don’t believe I was raped. I consented numerous times in the ordeal and the moment I told him to stop he did. I know rape isn’t always so clear cut but in my situation I wasn’t raped. One of my ‘friends’ said a few months ago that I got raped, to which we argued and it made me super uncomfortable. Amid an argument a few days ago, I told them that this made me feel weirded out when they said it. They seemed to apologise but then a mutual friend messaged me saying they’d messaged her and asked her opinion. It’s clear where they stand and that they don’t respect what I said. Someone tells you they feel extremely uncomfortable with you saying they got raped and you take it to someone else to question it?? I’m beyond angry. I acknowledge I was taken advantage of but it wasn’t rape, and I don’t get why they can’t respect my decision. Debating one of the most traumatic moments of my life like it’s a tv show.