Not my sister, you asshole

  • Living with the Trauma of Sexual Abuse

    While we cannot control subconscious recollections of trauma, we can experience positive psychological growth, or post-traumatic growth (PTG). Developed by psychologists Richard Tedeschi, PhD, and Lawrence Calhoun, PhD, this theory holds that people who endure psychological struggle following adversity can often see positive growth afterward.

  • "Easy Access"

    *TRIGGER WARNING: Gang Rape*  My assault took place my Sophomore year at Pepperdine. In short, my best friend and roommate Stephanie was literally ...
  • The girl I love, tried to rape me.

    *TRIGGER WARNING: Attempted Rape* A long distance relationship means many things for those involved. For months, it meant talking everyday for hour...
  • What would your Mother think of you?

    Every hope, every fear, everything. I kicked, I cried, I begged, I bit, I pushed, in my most shameful moment I kissed. I felt my chest filling with fiery acid. I was going to be sick. “Que pensaría tu madre de ti ahora?” I tried. With this his grip loosened, he had lost control for less then a half second. He was thinking and  I was running, through the manicured garden. I didn’t look back and he didn’t follow.
  • Bienvenue, An Intro

    We created this blog to provide a platform to safely speak about and hold conversations around the spectrum of sexual harassment to sexual assault, in an effort to get to the core of the problem. For sexual assault survivors, allies, the wrongfully accused, the rightfully accused, long-time advocates, researches and everyday people with opinion pieces on the issue, to share their stories.
  • Not my Sister, you Asshole

    At the ages of 6 and 10, my sister and I saw a boner for the very first time.  My sister gave her very first handjob that day wearing overalls and sneakers. Don’t you dare tell me she was asking for it. To this day,  I avoid interacting with middle-aged men when at all possible. 9 years later, we’re still working through trauma from that day.
  • Stolen Innocence

    My memory was triggered like a tripwire one afternoon on a middle-school playground while my girlfriends gave giggled descriptions of what older girls do on dates. Listening to them with a blank gaze I realized I wasn't exactly a stranger to those acts. The flood gates had opened.