BLUE SPOONS | Hope and help for sexual abuse survivors, one spoon at a time.
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EVERY 2 MINUTES SOMEONE ELSE IS SEXUALLY ASSAULTED.
Let's change that.

Hope & help for sexual abuse survivors, one spoon at a time.

Blue Spoons is spreading support, help, and hope to the 1 in 4 girls and 1 in 6 boys affected by sexual inappropriateness by giving 100% of profits to fund crucial, yet costly, counseling/treatment services.

TENACIOUS SOULS. COURAGEOUS STORIES.

Caution: Some stories may contain triggering content for those who have experienced trauma.

Christian’s Story

From ages 5 until I left home at 18 I suffered physical, emotional and mental abuse from my stepfather. I was a prime candidate to be violated at the age of 9. I remember going away with my grandmother for the summer to East Texas. I hated it as it was in the country and there was none of the nice things from home. Over this summer a relative took particular interest into me always hugging me and groping me. The night before I was to leave for home, I was awaken to …

Cathryn’s Story

When I was just entering middle school we moved into the house next door to my oldest sister of 16 years difference and my brother-in-law. I loved my sister and brother-in-law so I was constantly going next door to spend time with them. One day I was over there past dark so my brother-in-law walked me back to my house but halfway to my house he said he needed to talk to me. He started pacing and yelling at me, his anger escalated and I did not understand what I had done. He started screaming at me that I was such a little f***ing tease, a little whore; I was 12. …

Lisa’s Story

I moved to a new town as I started my freshman year of high school and was desperate to fit in and find acceptance. I made a friend and she attended a church in the heart of town. It had a brand new and exciting youth director. He was doing all sorts of fun things with the kids to get them excited about church and God. She invited me to come to youth group and I joined in with a happy heart. We were talking about God and philosophical questions, listening to acid Christian rock and having tons of fun. Nothing could be better. Then one day, my friend told me about what had happened to her when we were playing hide and seek …

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