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#OurWomb

A safe forum for women to share their stories, and have their voices heard.

Mission Statement:

Many find it hard to imagine that a story like The Fruit of Our Womb can happen in a civilized first-world country like the US. But situations like this occur everyday, with staggering frequency. Statistics demonstrate the extent to which child abuse, sex trafficking, and even incest are all too common. But statistics are faceless; they don’t tell you the whole story. They point at problems but do little to prevent, understand, or resolve them. They do not help victims heal.

The Fruit of Our Womb looks at many of the vulnerabilities women face in daily life. From Christina, the 13-year old navigating homelessness and sexuality, to Lynn, the 48 year old left infertile from ovarian cancer, craving motherhood, this is a story of not just one, but of countless women whose experience remains their own and society’s “shameful” secret.

This is a safe forum for women to share their stories, to have their voices heard.

It is important to keep this conversation active. This page invites all self-identifying women to share their experiences – anonymously if they choose so . No comment is too small, no story is too long. We want this page to be valuable to all -contributors and readers- in the hope that support and solace can be provided in the act of sharing. #OurWombOurStory

Guidelines for users:

Contributions can take any form. The primary guideline is that the stories come from self-identifying women, and they feel comfortable sharing their experiences of vulnerability on a public platform. Discrimination of any kind is not tolerated. Any racist, sexist or derogatory submissions will be removed. Comments on other contributor’s stories are not permitted. All posts are anonymous.


Submit your story using the form below:

I was 13 and didn’t want to be rude when a 40+ family ‘friend’ rubbed his crotch against our hug.
It didn’t make sense to me that a girl/woman might blame *herself* until I caught myself thinking: “well, I really just should have said something...”
Really? Things don’t have to make sense to be true.
— Anonymous