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These experiences are shared by people of all genders and backgrounds from all over the world. They demonstrate how the issues of sexual assault, harassment, and "slut" shaming affect many of our lives in deep, often dangerous ways. Use this collection to expand your understanding and share it with those who could benefit or gain insight from it.
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No one dares to call me a slut, at least not to my face anymore, but I'm scarred.

10/11/2019

 
I'm going into high school next year. I've always had a hard time in social relationships. I've been bullied since I was in 3rd or 4th grade by many different people for many different reasons. In 3rd-6th grade it was honestly just stupid, worthless bullying that I wouldn't let bother me. That is, up until about halfway through 6th grade when my sister passed away. All of a sudden I was weak and couldn't handle any of it. The bullying got worse and turned into girls calling me a slut to my face and guys coming up to me and directly asking me what I would do with them. It continued through 7th grade and through this year. I'm bisexual, but everyone at school now thinks I'm a lesbian. Because I told them so. I wore low cut shirts because I felt comfortable in them. I've always been comfortable with my body, but now I wear sweatshirts almost every day. Guys were getting too close to me and I'd rather identify as a lesbian than have people know I'm bi. I'm left alone more often now. No one dares to call me a slut, at least not to my face anymore, but I'm scarred. I'm not confident in my own body anymore and I'm in therapy for being suicidal.

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