Anonymous wrote:No, lol!
Anonymous wrote:When I was nineteen in NYC. It was late at night, my boyfriend and I had been drinking and doing coke - I was totally out of my mind. My idiot boyfriend went home and left me out in the streets - not malicious, but he was done and I wanted to keep partying. I was trying to get into a club and arguing with the doorman who wouldn’t let me in without ID. Another guy came up and said there was another party if I wanted to go with him.
Stupidly I got into the car and it was full of guys. We were going up the west side highway and I was asking where we were going/what we were doing. When they said something along the lines of “oh, we’re going to have a lot of fun.” I had enough presence of mind to push my way out of the car - thank god they didn’t lock me in.
It could have been much, much worse. Whew.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:As long as men exist this will continue to happen.
It takes two to tango, sweetie.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:As long as men exist this will continue to happen.
Funny how you missed the multiple stories of women trapping young kids above your own comment.
Do you think women commit sex crimes against children at the same rate as men? I’m not arguing that women never do, but men do it waaayyyyyyy more.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:As long as men exist this will continue to happen.
Kinda true, if men disappeared, then there would never be anymore children.Problem solved!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I was kidnapped at age 15 by my boyfriend. He handcuffed me to a doorknob and left me there for 5+ hours alone in the dark. I was unable to speak fwhen he finally came back and took me home. I never told anyone.
You could tell someone who loves you now, today. It's never too late to unburden yourself from holding that inside.
I meant I didn't tell anyone at the time, sorry I was unclear. I never told my family because they were/are dysfunctional and I thought/think they didn't care. I told a therapist 10 years later. I developed ptsd from that and other traumas caused by that boyfriend.
To answer another pps question: we were hanging out at his house and he pulled out handcuffs. He was acting like it was a joke and they were a gag. He said put out your hand. He was abusive and controlling and I complied. I was trapped before I knew what was happening. He left and returned many hours later. I'm not sure how long it was, but it was light when I got there and pitch dark when he released me. I was in a state of shock and unable to speak. No one at home noticed anything. That is how I know they didn't care.
Today, I am well and have a good life. I will always be healing and recovering, but I am content in life.
That's despicable. Since you are one of the few who knows the person I am curious if you know what became of him, did he end up in jail for other crimes, have a family, mental health issues?
He did much worse things to me after that. When I "got away" from him, he stalked me. When I was old enough and had some money, I left the area and haven't been back. I legally changed my name. I look him up on the Judiciary website and he has stalked others, committed various types of fraud, evaded taxes, DUIs, etc etc. He never really does significant time in prison because he has money and hires good lawyers. He never married and has one child. He has a business. I always thought he would kill someone or be killed. I await his death...only then will I truly feel safe.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I was kidnapped at age 15 by my boyfriend. He handcuffed me to a doorknob and left me there for 5+ hours alone in the dark. I was unable to speak fwhen he finally came back and took me home. I never told anyone.
You could tell someone who loves you now, today. It's never too late to unburden yourself from holding that inside.
I meant I didn't tell anyone at the time, sorry I was unclear. I never told my family because they were/are dysfunctional and I thought/think they didn't care. I told a therapist 10 years later. I developed ptsd from that and other traumas caused by that boyfriend.
To answer another pps question: we were hanging out at his house and he pulled out handcuffs. He was acting like it was a joke and they were a gag. He said put out your hand. He was abusive and controlling and I complied. I was trapped before I knew what was happening. He left and returned many hours later. I'm not sure how long it was, but it was light when I got there and pitch dark when he released me. I was in a state of shock and unable to speak. No one at home noticed anything. That is how I know they didn't care.
Today, I am well and have a good life. I will always be healing and recovering, but I am content in life.
That's despicable. Since you are one of the few who knows the person I am curious if you know what became of him, did he end up in jail for other crimes, have a family, mental health issues?
Anonymous wrote:Do you think it’s unique to certain cultures (USA) or does this happen everywhere?
Anonymous wrote:Consistently throughout every post in this thread:
- it’s the men !
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I was kidnapped at age 15 by my boyfriend. He handcuffed me to a doorknob and left me there for 5+ hours alone in the dark. I was unable to speak fwhen he finally came back and took me home. I never told anyone.
You could tell someone who loves you now, today. It's never too late to unburden yourself from holding that inside.
I meant I didn't tell anyone at the time, sorry I was unclear. I never told my family because they were/are dysfunctional and I thought/think they didn't care. I told a therapist 10 years later. I developed ptsd from that and other traumas caused by that boyfriend.
To answer another pps question: we were hanging out at his house and he pulled out handcuffs. He was acting like it was a joke and they were a gag. He said put out your hand. He was abusive and controlling and I complied. I was trapped before I knew what was happening. He left and returned many hours later. I'm not sure how long it was, but it was light when I got there and pitch dark when he released me. I was in a state of shock and unable to speak. No one at home noticed anything. That is how I know they didn't care.
Today, I am well and have a good life. I will always be healing and recovering, but I am content in life.