“It’s not you, it’s me.” The easy, get-the-hell-out-of-there excuse. A cliché break-up catchphrase that 99 per cent of the time is entirely

No one would judge me if I wanted to scream at them with every insult - but I don't think that's what I'd want to do. I was in an air-conditioned, windowless meeting room within the bowels BBC’s Broadcasting House. I was sitting across a table with a producer who wanted to help me tell my story in a documentary he was planning. I walked him through what happened, the attacks, life afterwards and how I came about to founding a charity to help others. To prepare me for the docu

We'd be nothing without our dedicated team of volunteers, who work every day to make sure Stay Brave UK can continue to support survivors. With that in mind, we thought you'd like to meet the team! This time we hear from Keith Nunn, who looks after all of our data: So Keith, what do you do at Stay Brave UK? You could call me an all round data geek! My role at Stay Brave UK is focused around looking after all of the data that we as an organisation accumulate over time - ensuri

I had just started at a university in the next city over and I had a girlfriend back home. She hadn’t had a good life so far, her parents didn’t pay much attention and her ex had died in a car accident a year or so before. She was nice – I liked her. An alarm bell should have sounded when she would occasionally start calling me Dan. She had her demons, but I was young and this was my first girlfriend, I honestly didn’t think I’d ever find someone to pay attention to me. I was

Permit me to be frank with you. I had just had my eighteenth birthday. It was my second time in a small town nightclub. That same night my drink was spiked, I was raped and I was later found by my friends lying unconscious and face down in a supermarket car park. This is not the reason that I will walk with Stay Brave UK on the 1st of October. In the months and years that followed, I can only describe it to be like feeling that the person I was had died. Your mind becomes a p

This past weekend I was contacted by someone I hadn't spoken to in awhile. We met through an app online. We met in person a couple of times, over drinks - maybe even had some fun together before our relationship settling to a text once every so often. It's a regular occurrence for people putting themselves out there in the world of dating. The message started off with a normal, mundane "Hi, how're you?" - I was out for drinks with friends , I replied sporadically. The message