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I was in Year 9 and at a house party with a group of girls from my school, and a group of guys from St Aloysius in the same year. I really liked one of the guys and he and I ended up leaving the party to go to a nearby park. We started kissing. I was pretty inexperienced and the next thing I knew he had pulled his pants down and was rubbing my hand against his erection. I didn't really know what I was touching at first, and then as I realised, he pushed me down to my knees and grabbed my head and pushed his penis into my mouth. I remember gagging and being totally revolted, and then he ejaculated just as I was pulling my mouth away. I remember feeling disgusted at the taste and smell, and he just left me there after he zipped up his pants and went back to the party. I called my mum to come and pick me up straight away but I could never tell her what happened because I was too ashamed.

My rapist attended Marcelin Boys Catholic College, Randwick graduated in X. In 2014 I was repeatedly sexually assaulted by this guy who was my best friend at the time. It started off with him just feeling me up at the movies, and then later he unzipped my sleeping bag on a camping trip and started feeling me up when i was sleeping. he got hard behind me and would have raped me but i woke up and vomited. a few weeks later he slept over at my house after a party. i made him up a bed on the floor. he got into my bed, felt me up and penetrated me with his fingers. i was in shock and was silent the entire time. he was hard behind me again. i only escaped by faking an orgasm and saying i needed to pee.

I was in year 12 at Kincoppal and went to the oak for drinks with friends. I was sober when I got there and I only remember my first drink which was given to me by a joeys boy I was friends with. By the time I left I was being dragged into a taxi by three joeys boys I was 'friends' with. The three of them took me to a house and took turns having sex with me while I lay there barely able to move. I have since suffered from sever ptsd and dissociation. Sadly since leaving school and finally opening up to people I've heard countless similar stories. I'm sick of being taught how not to be raped. The only person making any choices during rape is the person carrying it out. Our education system needs to change and it needs to change fast.

He went to Shore. It was just after the HSC in the summer holidays. We were drinking in Mosman. I was very drunk. Several girls from the same school were out with me, knew this, and offered no assistance. He elected to offer to get me a cab, then got in it with me and directed it my house intiatially. I blacked out at this stage. I woke up naked, with no idea where I was , it was NOT my house, knowing I had had sex, and had no recall with whom. He re- appeared as I was going through mail on the kitchen bench to try to figure out whereI was to get a taxi to pick me up from, to ask me to get out as his girlfriend was due round that morning.

Please take a hard look at the boys who graduated from Cranbrook . They are the epitome of sexual entitlement and are strong representations of everything that is wrong with young boys.

I was at a cranbrook boys party I was 14 i had had way to much to drink and was hardly walking or talking. I had previously table danced where I he told me to take off my top and fall into his arms. Later after I was even drunker I knew I was going to vomit so asked the host boy to show me the bathroom and he gave me directions. This boy followed my upstairs with his hands on my ass I told him to go back down stairs but he wouldn't I locked myself in the bathroom so he couldn't come in yet he tried the handle and told me to just open it already. When he was silent and I thought he was gone I opened the door to find him waiting I tried to walk past him downstairs but I was extremely dizzy and drunk so sat down on the stairs that were out of view from the party. He tried to push himself on top of me and I tried to use my feet to blatantly tell him no but despite this I was small and drunk and he put his arms around my hands in my pants and fingers in my underwear I don't even know if he fingered me I just remember his arms around me and him kissing my neck as I try to push him off. Luckily the host came upstairs who was a friend of this boy but still asked if I was okay and told the boy to get off. The only thing I remember vividly is the boy winking at the host and telling him to go away to the host responding no ill wait until she wants to go downstairs. I am forever grateful to him. This same guy I know has assaulted other girls not to mention at later events he would grab my boobs whenever I was sitting down which I was also too drunk to remember and was only told because the guy I liked and was kissing saw it and didn't say anything. I always thought he didn't rape me so I'm okay it wasn't until I was dating another guy and he put his arms around me in the same way that I freaked out. YES I was too drunk that doesn't make it okay. YES I was hanging out with bad people that doesn't make it my fault . YES I was wearing small clothes and YES I don't remember all of it. But I said NO. Schools need to do better not only teaching consent but teaching assault what it is what to do when it does happen because maybe just one of my multiple stories or the hundreds posted could have been prevented or handelled better.

had a guy put his hand up my skirt when i wouldnt get off my chair saying 'youd like that wouldnt you, i know i would'. i was disgusted

At a party I was under the influence of alcohol and so was he, but while I was laying on the grass trying to stop my head from spinning, he fingered me without my consent. I thought he was just laying down next to me to look after me, but his hand went up my dress. I was 15 and he was older.

I finished year12 19XX at a private girls school in Sydney and am extremely saddened to read that nothing has changed at all in the past 20 years. In around year11 we were given a talk by a policeman that said to never go anywhere alone with a boy, don't ever get drunk around a boy. It was implied it was our fault if we got drunk and let ourselves be alone with a boy if something bad happened. We were told then what a sexual assault actually is and it had already happened to majority of us from boys from private boys schools at parties. I did not know until recently that you are not capable of giving consent if drunk. I myself had many incidents happen. My very first kiss I was 14 and very drunk and he was 18 at a party. He started shoving my hands down his pants and trying to get me to get in his car. Another time I was 15, I was drinking at a party and a boy took me outside and kissed me then shoved his hands down my pants, my hands down his pants and started pushing my head down. I keep pulling my hands away and he kept grabbing my wrists and pulling my hands back. I was able to stand up and walk away but if I had drank more I would have just laid there. Girls getting drunk does not cause boys to attack them. Girls should be able to drink if they want just as boys do without being attacked. And boys need to be taught a girl can not consent if drunk. I was hired by an ex Waverley boy and worked with 3 men. In that office sexual jokes were made to me, and men would grope my bum when they walked past. It was my first office job and I was just scared. The [old] ex Waverley man on several occasions at work social drinks, grabbed my bum, my boobs, kissed me, stuck his tongue down my throat. I was terrified. I would shove him off as hard as I could when he had me in a tight hug and he would just laugh. [Another guy at the office] one night while having after work drinks gave me many drinks and I completely blacked out and found out the next day he took me out of the bar and we came back later and were kissing. I never found out what happened when we were out of the bar and was humiliated. Another Waverley boy I sort of dated for a little while. I made it clear he had to wear a condom. He would make sure I got drunk and then we would have sex and every time I would have to tell him he had to wear a condom. Sometimes he didn't put one on and sometimes I was so drunk and didn't notice. Other times I would keep questioning if he put one on and he would keep swatting my hand away when I was trying to check. I was only 20 and got very traumatised by this as I only consented to sex with a condom not without a condom. The way these boys treat girls in highschool continues into how these same men treat women in the workplace. My experience is a common experience of a girl going to highschool and starting working in Sydney. I am now 39 and every office I have ever worked in in Sydney over the past 20 years, I have had inappropriate sexual comments and been inappropriately touched in the workplace. Eg, knee/thigh being rubbed. Women should not have to put up with this treatment any longer. And this happening should not be hidden any longer. Boys need to be taught to treat girls as equals not as worth less than them. I have continuously been made to feel by men like I am worthless over and over again. It is part of the Australian culture and it needs to change, because women do not matter less than men.

I was 16, my parents had friends over and a partner of their friend (he was about 60 years old) grabbed my ass and asked, 'how old are you now?' I told my mum and she asked me if she should say something. Not wanting to make a big deal of it, I said no. Thinking back, it was a big deal and rather than putting it on me, I wish she said something. Deep down, I think she didn't want to make a big deal either. If he was comfortable enough doing that in public, I'm terrified of what he does in private. Education anmd consent would have helped me understand the gravity of it.

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I was at a house party in 20XX with my friends and one of their X brothers rocked up. He was in his late twenties and I was 19. I got really drunk and went to go and sleep in one of the spare rooms and he followed me in there. I remember sitting on the bed and he kissed me and said "see, it's not that fucking hard is it?". I remember seeing a bowl of about 20 condoms on the bedside table. He then left the room and I fell asleep. When I woke up he was ontop of me penetrating me. I was too drunk to push him off me. I fell asleep again and woke up to him again penetrating me. I remember asking him to stop so he angrily obliged. Early morning came, I then woke up again to him inside me after I'd said no. He tried again when the sun came up and I pushed him away. In the morning the bowl of condoms was empty and I was in agony. I had no idea how many times he actually tried. I remember going to the toilet and looking down to find a condom half out of me.I didn't tell anybody because (...) I was scared of him and thought that nobody would believe me. For months after his brother teased me saying "remember that time you railed my brother?". To this day I still can't bring myself to say it out loud, but I was definitely raped.

I kissed someone earlier in the night. I thought he was cute. But as far as I knew then, you can't have sex on your period. So he left. Only to later be gang raped by the football team. I remember having a drink with some people who I thought were mates. I have flashes of trying to stop, confabulated by videos played back in class of them telling me to say it's not rape. I woke up with sticks inside me. Safe to say the tampon I had just figured out how to use was pretty lost into whatever I thought my cervix was. I had to tell my mum, who was horrified I'd even had sex. The doctors were confused by my physical circumstance and asked me if I wanted to see a counsellor. I said no cause I didn't want to get anyone in trouble. These guys were my friends after all. It took me years to accept. And now I study education and sexual abuse to hopefully one day make an impact. Conversations are a start but culture needs to shift. Sex education starts upstream so parents can pass it on to their children. So schools have a place to step in with positivity and reassure a sexually abused, slut ridiculed young girl at school that her life is worth it and it wasn't her fault. So women don't spend their most formative years in toxic relationships thinking they don't deserve anything else. So girls don't have to choose between suicide and abortions because torture made science into a batch of cells. Because it probably wasn't their first successful rape. And it probably won't be their last.

We were in year 12 and 4 of us had a chill night with a couple of drinks at my best mates place (Scots boy). He had a friend staying with him at the time (not from the East). All four of us went for a walk and then somehow the other two dropped off and I was left with the guy I had just met. I didn't want to come across as rude so I stayed sitting and chatting. He leant in for a kiss and started to feel me up. I wasn't really into it so I asked to go back to the house and he got a little forceful. He stuck his hand down my pants at which point I pretended I had my period. He said he didn't care and pulled my pants further down. I forcefully pushed him off and demanded to go back to the house. Later on my scots mate said his mate really 'enjoyed' hooking up with me and that I must've had a great night since he was pretty attractive.... It was my first non-consensual experience and it left me really shaken up. I think it set me up to believe that it's kind of normal and so when similar and worse things have happened since, I've just accepted it.

I have been harassed, assaulted and raped all before the age of 16. I was at a party and there were some older cranbrook boys there. He raped me in my own bedroom. I was given a cocktail of drugs and alcohol that night and I believe that my drink was spiked. I woke up the next day he was gone and there was a knife on my bedside table.

I was 19 and in a bar with a group of my guy friends from uni, one of which I was hooking up with (FWB). We were all sat at a booth table with me in the corner. At one point during the evening, most of the group got up to go and grab a drink while myself and another in the group stayed to hold the table. During this time, the boy came and sat next to me, boxing me in, and proceeded to try and convince me into making out with him. He knew I was hooking up with his friend. He persisted, continuously pushing himself onto me saying things such as "cmon, you know you want to", whilst I responded firmly letting him know that I did not want to and that I was with his friend. He continued to box me into the corner of the booth, and I felt so uncomfortable that I said to him "if I kiss you right now will you leave me the fuck alone", he agreed and we kissed. At this point, the group returned and saw what had happened. Later in the evening the boy in the group who I was with, pulled me aside and asked me what happened. I proceeded to tell him the events and how uncomfortable and unsafe I felt. Instead of ridiculing his friend for pressuring me into a situation, I did not want to be in, he slut-shamed me and said that I was "just like all the other girls, who join their group and create drama". I was 20 and with my boyfriend (a different guy from the previous story). We had just gotten back to his house after a big night of drinking at a party. I fell asleep in the uber to his house and was about to order my own to go home, he told me to come inside and wait for it there. We proceeded to make out on his bed before I ordered the uber. At this point, I was so drunk that I began to feel so tired and occasionally nod off. I told my boyfriend that I needed to go home and he replied telling me "common, I've waited all night, you're here now let's have sex" as he pulled down my pants and his own. He then began to have sex with me, whilst I was coming in and out of consciousness. I remember him shaking me awake and instead of stopping and helping me get an uber home, he would continue to wake me up when he realised I was sleeping. This continued until he finished. At the time I didn't realise how wrong this was because he's my boyfriend and that it can't be wrong, right? (Nope wrong, definitely wrong). I am 24 and just broken up with my boyfriend. He had come to my house to pick up a few things and discuss the way it all ended. A little into this discussion my ex begins to try and hook up with me, pushing himself onto me and boxing me into a corner (literally). He tells me how horny he is and how much he wants to have sex with me and how much he's missed having sex with me. I am turned away from him, arms and legs crossed and saying things such as "no, it's inappropriate, it's too soon, we have just broken up and it will confuse things". I didn't want to hurt his feelings by being too harsh and I was also frightened that if I did he would get angry and/or violent. Unfortunately, he wasn't getting the message and continued to push himself onto me for what felt like a lifetime but probably was closer to 15 minutes. He began to get frustrated with me and angrily stated things such as "what will confuse things? I'm over you, it's okay, etc". At this point, I felt so unsafe and uncomfortable that I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him off me, and said "what do you need to hear from me for you to leave me alone. Do you need to hear me say plain and simple that I do not want to have sex with you?" After this, he proceeded to yell at me all of the horrible things you could imagine, because I hurt his ego. It took me till now to understand how wrong all of these situations are and to be strong enough to attempt to stop them before being coerced into doing something I did not want to. My ex should have understood that my lack of enthusiastic consent was a clear no, but he didn't and now I have to deal with the mental turmoil created from that afternoon. Enthusiastic consent and sexual coercion NEED to be taught as early as possible, I don't know how much more plainly and simply I need to say this for it to be understood. All boys mentioned above went to various all-boys schools, graduating in the years 2013-2014.

I was 14. I was drunk and went to bed with my boyfriend. He left the room and one of his mates at Scots came in to say good night and kissed me. I was so shocked but he left the room. However he kept coming back in. He pulled down his pants and put my hand on his dick. I said no but he forced oral sex and touched my vagina. I didn't know what to do. I told my boyfriend later but he started a group chat with his friends and they called me a liar. I didn't want to ruin his life or have any drama, I just wanted it to go away and thought it could only hurt me. The sad thing is that I felt like it was my fault. I'm actually scared to write this in case people know its me.

I was at a party with Riverview boys some of whom pinned me to the ground by my arms and legs and tried to lift my clothes and touch me inappropriately. I count myself lucky that the incident was interrupted by an older female sibling of one of the boys. Years later it still makes me feel sick, I thought they were friends and I thought I was safe.

I was meant to be meeting my boyfriend at 4pm but he never showed up and didn’t answer or return any of my calls. After waiting 3hrs and searching Westfield for him I decided to try find him elsewhere. It was just after 10pm when I found him at a girls place in her pool. About 5 minutes later he hopped out, so I decided to call him and see if he’d answer.I watched him pick up the phone, look at it and hang up. Minutes later I saw him answer his phone but it was a call from someone else.I was really hurt and emotional, I started to sh, then as I was heading back to the station sobbing, I started having convulsions and an extreme anxiety attack.I woke up in hospital and the nurse told me my boyfriend was waiting to see me, I remember him coming in and my anxiety skyrocketed within seconds. I was given Benzodiazepines to calm me down but eventually the nurses took him back to the the waiting room. After discharging myself, which I still regret to this day, he insisted he stayed at mine to ‘make sure I was ok’. I didn’t want him to stay but he said he had no where else to go, so he did. I got home and was so tired and drowsy due to the benzos that I just fell straight to sleep. I didn’t remember anything that happened once I fell asleep until around 3 days later. I remembered waking up on my side to him penetrating me from behind, and groping my breast. I tried to lift my head up but I felt so weak and my body felt dead, I blacked out. I then remember us being in the bathroom where he was cleaning up and handed me a wipe to do the same as there was cum dripping out of me and down my upper thigh. I asked him what had happened that night. He confirmed that we had sex. I asked if he knew if I was awake or not during it and he replied with ‘I don’t know, maybe, why?’. I told him I didn’t fully remember what had happened and that I was asleep and woke up to him inside me. He assured me it was fine and that he was sorry and he thought i was awake. Still to this day there’s a part of me that believes him, but really how hard is it to tell if someone asleep or not.

Two of my peers shared information with me of their assault in grade 8 and grade 10. In grade 8, my friend was forced to perform sexual acts with a group of boys, she did not feel safe or able to say no. In grade 10 one of my peers was held down and her mouth covered, she tried to scream and the boy attempted to have sex with her.

I was 14 when I got super drunk at a party and my ex boyfriend took me to a tree outside and penetrated me while I was going in and out of consciousness, he was 16 at the time. That was how I lost my virginity. At school the next week he convinced me that I said I love you to him and we dated for the next year and then I broke up with him. I only realised it was rape in 2018 when the same thing happened to me again and have suffered from severe trauma since.

My high school boyfriend went to Cranbrook, graduating in 2016. For the three years we dated, I spent lots of time with his friends and cohort, going to every school formal and social etc etc Everybody knew of the terrible culture that was happening. I was told horror stories about specific groups of boys who would rape drunk girls at parties and film it and then send the videos around. There was one boy in that year who was a known rapist to the school and no information ever went public about it and he wasn't punished at all. The culture is toxic for the women who are social with these men, but also incredibly toxic to the men who grow up believing you can get away with rape and abuse. The school does not care and that was made clear to me.

The boy is graduating in 20XX I was 13 at the time and i was just in my first relationship with a boy. things progressed sexually very fast, i was open with him that i didn't want to move fast and i didn't want to "loose my innocence" as some may say. when i told him that he sexualised it and told me it was hot that i wanted to stay innocent but in reality it was because i had heard other peoples rape stories at the age of 13. it got to a point where i would tell him i didn't want to do anything and he would either coerce me into things or he would do it without asking for consent. as a 13 year old who was much smaller and weaker than the boy it was incredibly difficult for me to stop him. near the end of out relationship he mentioned loosing out virginities, this was something i was openly uncomfortable with but it didn't stop him from constantly asking and trying. one day we were lying in his bed and he proceeded to come on top of me and tried to have sex with me. I used all my strength to push him off and i went home immediately. After i went home he proceeded to apologise and tell me that he wasn't trying to do anything i was uncomfortable with and told me i would enjoy it. After we broke up i never spoke about this until last year because i was scared that Coercion would be dismissed as a form of sexual assault when it shouldn't be. The actions of this boy when i was 13 have still impacted me to this day

I've been sexually unsafe and felt like a victim, I didn't know it was wrong and I wish there were better resources and help out there to process