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I was coerced, raped, and assaulted over the course of 11 months from a student at X. It never seemed like assault because i was dating him. He became abusive emotionally, mentally, and physically as our relationship continued. After being coerced into sex while i was 15 and he was older, and begging him to wear a condom because i wasn't on any sort of birth control, he ignored me. He proceeded to push my face into the corner of my mattress and my arms around my back without realising i was crying, in pain, and couldn't breathe. every thrash of my arm was pushed back down and he didnt stop until he saw blood and had realised what he had done. after the following he proceeded to put me in a shower for five minutes, then take me out and keep going. He would force himself on me in public. To this day i know he doesnt know that he raped me. He doesn't know he's assaulted me numerous times or the effects of his actions and that is one of the worst things. (please keep anonymous)

I was 14 and he was older than me. He took me to a park near my house and behind a tree, ripped my clothes off me and raped me.

The boy tried to pressure me to have sex without protection, but I insisted and told him numerous times that I wasn't on any birth control. He then deliberately removed the condom whilst we were having sex and I didn't realise until he had finished. I confronted him afterwards and he admitted saying "it feels better without it." I ended up having to get the morning after pill and an STI check. I felt extremely violated and only realised that this act not only had a name, but was also a form of sexual assault after I had spoken with my friends about it many months later.

I was raped by a boy 1 year older than myself in the hallway of a classroom building just after the end of school bell. I was 15 years old. I knew him as a friend. He pushed me to the floor and i froze whilst he pulled my underwear off and stuck it in. I tried to push him off and almost blacked out in schock. Next thing i remember is running to my bus, the building was right next to the bus bay after school.

In year 9 I dated a boy for about 6 months. I really trusted this boy, and he was on the quieter side, never pressured me into doing anything and always made me feel super comfortable around him. One night I sent him a photo of me in my bra and didn't think too much of it, trusting it wouldn't be shown to anyone else. A few months later we broke up - it was amicable and we didn't have much to do with each other after that. 3 years later I met another boy and while chatting to him he suddenly stopped and said 'OH you're the one with the big tits!' I was absolutely mortified realizing that my photo from 3 years ago had come back to bite me.

One time in year 12 I went to a male friend's birthday party. I was a boarder and was under the impression that many people would be staying the night, so I got permission to stay out overnight from my parents and the school. However, I ended up being the only girl who stayed the night, and the other people who stayed over was the birthday guy's older friends. Because it was his 18th, they all went out clubbing but I had an early morning the next day so decided to stay in and go to sleep on the couch. When they got back from the club, a boy came onto the couch I was sleeping on and started cuddling me. This is despite being friends with my at-the-time boyfriend. For context, I am short in stature and this guy was a tall and muscly sportsman. He told me it was fine because he and my boyfriend were friends and the 'cuddle' was just platonic. He then fell asleep while I was essentially pinned under his arms. I was incredibly uncomfortable but didn't say anything because I was terrified - not only of offending him but because I was in a physically compromising position and didn't want to anger him. I barely slept that night. At the earliest possible moment I left without saying goodbye to anyone and didn't tell anyone about what had happened. Even thought nothing sexual actually happened, I felt helpless in the moment and wished that a) I had been able to tell him how uncomfortable I was or that b) he had realised how inappropriate he was being. I know that this story barely compares to the horrible things that other people go through, but I still think about it a lot.

I have been sexually assaulted numerous times as a teen and so I became numb to it. I would take drugs and use alcohol as a way to escape my experiences, to dull my suicidal thoughts. When I spoke out at school I lost friends and was deemed a liar. The burden of my assaults was too much for anyone to handle, let alone my 14 yr old friends. After school I hoped college would be a fresh start. However, the toxicity of the boy colleges became evident immediately. Intoxicated, I was lured to a house by three X college boys. A year later, having left college, I found myself in another situation. This time it was an ex X boy who hid his phone in an attempt to film me. I wanted to testify so that the voice of this petition is one voice louder.

I was 16, I went to X. He went to X. I was very drunk and vulnerable and he forced me to take more drugs. He took my clothes off me and took my phone. He forced himself on me for hours doing sexual things to me while I repeatedly said no over and over again but he still didn't listen. I found out later he had done similar things to others

My first boyfriend would manipulate me into sleeping with him and start fights with me if I said no, and wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. One time he forced me to go down on him while I was crying and having a panic attack and told me I was being selfish for not wanting to do it. At school I was taught to 'just say no' but I would have been spared a lot of anguish if we'd been taught more about manipulation and to recognise patterns of assault or abuse for what they are.

When I was in year 10 I was invited to a friends gathering. I didn't know the older boys very well and wanted to go to bed early. I asked my friend if I could sleep in her bed, and I went upstairs. About 5 minutes later, one of the older boys who I had met that night, and spoken to for barely 10 minutes, opened the door and got into bed with me. I had absolutely no idea why he was there, and I was paralyzed with fear and confusion. That man essentially raped me that night. I did not give him consent and didn't know what to do or how to get out of the situation. I know he thought that happened was consensual - but why he came into the room or did those things without asking me or knowing me is beyond my understanding. The worst part was some of the other girls at the gathering kept walking in trying to expose me or see what was going on - except they thought I was a slut and never checked to see if I was ok. I have carried that night with shame for the past 10 years.

I high school I got drunk at a party and fell asleep on a couch in the living room. When I woke up two boys from my school had pulled down my shirt and bra and were touching my chest. There were other people in the room and no one said or did anything to stop them. One was in the same age as me and one was in a younger year.

It was 2014 schoolies and I had been out partying at a friends place. I had been fooling around with a boy and ended up falling asleep in his bed. I woke up to him having sex with me. I remember being shocked and asking if he had a condom on but that's it, I just lay there hoping he would finish soon. It took me years to realise it was not my fault or anything that I had done but instead it was rape, he had raped me.

I can honestly think of 5 instances of rape or assault that I was the victim of. The individuals (plural) forced me to perform oral sex on them on several occasions using coercion and lies, then proceeded to bully and harass me as an 'ugly slut' and made up stories like 'i bit them' and to a point where I had to leave the school. They continued to harass and bully me via social media (at the time it was MSN messenger) even though I changed schools.

When I was in year 8 I was having a sleepover with one of my girlfriends and we were skyping some of our friends who went to X. They insisted we play truth or dare and progressively the questions made me more and more uncomfortable until I was asked to send them a photo of my boobs. I told my friend that I really didn't want to, but she told me it wasn't a big deal. When I seemed hesitant the boys started teasing me and mocking me. My friend convinced me to at least send them a photo of me in a bra and I felt like I had no other option so I did. I was only 13 at the time. Now I'm 21 and totally horrified that our friends started sexualising us from such a young age.

I had consensual sex with a guy who had graduated from a private boy's school. During it, he stopped and started slapping me really hard. I asked him to stop and he refused, telling me that he liked causing pain and he pinned my arms down so that I couldn't push him off. He later did something else of a similar nature and sent me unsolicited pictures.

I was 13, and my family had recently moved to Australia. I was starting to come to terms with my sexuality, realising that I was gay, though I didn't come out or have sex until I was 21. I went to a Christian private school, people were nice to me in my first month or so. One day, a boy who had started bullying me cornered me in a classroom. He called me faggot and started rubbing his crotch, saying I should perform oral sex so I can get some experience and know if I enjoy it or not. I denied that I was gay, and tried to leave. He pulled out his erect penis, to which then I shoved him away and ran to the bathroom to hide. I've never told anyone about this. It was later in life that I realised sexual harassment is not just physical, it is also verbal.

I was in year 7 and was catching the train home from school in my uniform, it was pretty packed and hot. I saw a man staring at me and moving weirdly and I realised he was masturbating and staring directly at me. I was sitting at the window with a man next to me so couldn't just get up and was in too much shock to ask him to let me through. When I did get up at my stop I saw other people staring at me and I realised that they all knew it was happening and just didn't do anything.

Throughout 3 months of my life in year 10 I was sexually assaulted consistently by a male student. I believe that if consent had been consistently reinforced since year 7 these events would have never occurred.

I was assaulted many times during high school. The first was when the boy I was dating (I was 12) was going around calling me frigid for not getting with him so he and his friends made a plan to push me into him on the stair well so I would kiss him. It felt disgusting. The next was when I was a little older with my first proper boyfriend (aged 14) and I was in a position where I was fingered without my consent. I froze. I didn't know what to do, I thought it was my role as a young girl to let boys do what they want. People were talking about me for weeks after for what I had done (there was no mention of him). My boyfriend would complain to me if I didn't have sex with him so there were many times he would have sex with me while I was lying underneath him, feeling helpless. I loved getting my period because it meant it wouldn't happen. The world needs consent education.

There was a kid from a school i had briefly attended who was in year 9 at the time who was known as 'a bad boy' and had picked up a few girls before who one day AT SCHOOL he decided he would lead a girl to behind the storage and forced her to give him a hand job and repeatedly said 'this is for me' to this girl who was distraught and just kept on going so he wouldn't hit her (he had done before) when the story came out instead of the school addressing the issue of consent they swept the story under the carpet and THE GIRL GOT SUSPENDED SHE WAS ASSAULTED AND THEY IGNORED HER AND SUSPENDED HER

I met a seemingly sweet guy from X on a night out in Manly. I was quite drunk at the time and we ended up hooking up. I insisted that we use a condom and he grudgingly went and bought some. Despite this, he took it off during sex without my consent and tried to hold me down to keep going after I realised what he'd done.

He was my boyfriend at the time, in fact, he was my first boyfriend and we were both virgins. Throughout our relationship he would always pressure me into doing sexual things with him, he would always repeatedly ask if he could see me naked/topless and if he could touch my breasts/butt. My answer was always no until he started touching me without even asking anymore. One day when we were together sitting on a hill in a park he kept trying to put his hands below the waistbelt of my tights that I was wearing. I kept saying no and pulling his hand away. He tried 4-5 times before he shoved his hand underneath my underwear and started masturbating me. I was so shocked from the pain and the action of what he has just done that I stopped saying no, but I never once said yes. He continued until he had enough. I always thought because he was my boyfriend that its okay and he had a right to do that. It wasnt until a speaker came to my school and clearly outlined what the lawful definition of rape and sexual assult is. The worst part is he probably didnt know what he was doing was wrong, and he will probably never know until proper education is put in place.

I am lucky I managed to get out a lot of situations where this happened but that doesn't other stuff hasn't happened I have been groped countless times and the first time I got cat called was at the ripe old age of 11. When I casually bring up oh yeah that creepy man followed me again it doesn't seem to phase anybody. I have been on a bus where there were X and X kids who where intoxicated and where making jokes on who could force me into bed. And a lot of the stuff I haven't come forward about because I am terrified of what will happen and re living that trauma day after day. I moved to a co Ed school and had this boy continue run his hand up my leg and touch my vagina and arse. When I brought it up with some mates they did and continue to pressure me to come forward but not because what he did was disgusting but because it would benefit them cause they don't like him.

I was groped multiple times while in class. I reported it and asked to speak to someone about it on three separate occasions, however I was never once spoken to. He has never had any consequences.