At 14, I was blackmailed into sending indecent images to an older man
It became an endless cycle of trying to keep him happy.
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It became an endless cycle of trying to keep him happy.
The incident made me feel truly sad, and put me off meeting guys in the future.
‘Do you know what you mean to me? Everything. But I need to tell you something,’ Tom said minutes after he popped the question.
I saw her as an enabler to my dad’s behaviour. I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t just leave.
By the time Jayden was nine years old, he was onto his fifth school.
I later found out that I wasn’t the only vulnerable woman he had been having an inappropriate relationship with.
It never occurred to me how much her emotional abuse was piling on me.
In my mind, I am – and always have been – British. There is nowhere else I know as home and I have never lived in any other country.
I always choose premium brands of custard – I don’t want to offend anyone by suggesting they’re only worth less. Only the best will do.
This toxic cycle would end with my son and I.
‘Do what’s right for you,’ was all I said. The following week, it was done.
‘If you take Mum to court, I’ll never speak to you again,’ my teen daughter said.
Part of me knew that this behaviour was wrong and harmful, but the other part of me loved him and was afraid of being alone.
Part of me knew that this behaviour was wrong and harmful, but the other part of me loved him and was afraid of being alone.
I’d never done anything to my brothers except love them.
I can vividly recall specific smells, tastes, sounds and the strain of physical exertion.
I told the DWP and they suddenly stopped my Universal Credit payments.
Every time I’ve started to think about Mum passing away, I’ve felt so angry that I haven’t been able to cry.
All I could think was, where was the police officer?
I’d reached a point where I felt ill and suicidal around my family.
I love my job but it's becoming a nightmare.
I couldn’t help but look at him occasionally as he read the newspaper.
While it was made known my children and my partner – their mother – were welcome to attend. I, however, was not.
If I come to you and you tell me you've got 10/10 back pain but haven't taken any pain relief – I'm sorry, I might screw my face up.
Last autumn, my mother phoned me up, saying she had something difficult to tell me about my younger sibling.