Erika Renner
After my break-up, my ex boyfriend, a doctor had attacked me in my own apartment on March 12, 2013. He was wearing a mask, he burst into me shockingly at the door, bound and stunned, and poured lye into my genital organs, then left me on the couch and closed the door on me. I sufferd permanent damage because of the attack. The prosecutor's office didn't represent me at all, I lost all my faith in justice. I was part of a serious and brutal crime, but they were not looking for the person who did it. I felt like I was left alone. After all, four different courts have been said of guilty, with an increasingly serious penalty. Finally, the mansion was sentenced to 11 years imprisonment and forbidden from the medical profession forever. I could say that they have given me the truth if it wasn't a five-year continuous struggle. This time was taken from my life and from my family.
Julián Pop Mert
I got into the Bicske children's home at the age of eight, and I was raised there until I was 18 years old. I got the most pain from the person that I expected care. János, the head of the home, sexually molested me with several of my associates. János picked on disadvantaged children for his dirty games. I always wanted to end it any way. The final turn was my friend's death. Szabolcs, who was also the victim of János's molestations, came to the train station in Bicske on 6 September 2016 and did suicide. This day I went to a police station in Budapest and made a complaint against János. The biggest problem was the adults who were with us in the children's home. They knew everything but they did not help. A real handheld system worked here with the difference, that the headmaster didn't want to stole money, only the souls of the children.
Orsolya Török - Illyés
I was fourteen years old, singing with my girlfriends at the city's chatolic girls choir. The conductor was the esteemed citizen of the city. After a tour, the conductor invited me to his flat, because he wanted to give me a picture. He was alone, and offered Unicum. I didn't drink. After that he was asking about the boys, but I wanted to leave. When I got the picture, and wanted to say goodbye, but he grabbed and hug me. He tried to kiss me, and said "he would like to be my friend." After a little struggle, I escaped from his grip and ran away. I never showed up at the choir probes again. I told about the case to my mother, she told the priest, but he didn't do anything. The Church is also a hierarchical institution where people remain vulnerable with theirs complaints. One thing is certain: my children will be more secure in the future if the cases are made public and there is more place to talk about the problem.
Lilla Sárosdi
I was seventeen, I wanted to be an actress. I watched László Marton, as he directed, suddenly a man sat down next to me. He was in his 50's and started talking. He said that he is a psychologist and introduced himself as a friend of László. After the probe, Marton came next to us, and said, "Let's go!" We sat in a BMW and we crossed the Margaret Bridge to the Gellért Hill. Marton knelt on my seat at the Margaret Bridge and took out his penis, asking me to kiss it. The memory of his gross penis, and the view of the Parliament, burned into my memories. I didn't kiss it, I apologized, and started to cry. After we stopped, the psychologist sat next to me and started masturbating. I was the first, who write #metoo to the social media. When you are exposed to a country with your story, it is a complex state of mind. I felt freedom, but on the other hand I thank I am Kill Bill.
Zsoltné Béres
On April 3, 2009,a violance took a place in my life. I hurried to my mother at the Market Hall in Győr, where we operated the business we inherited by my father. My children were also with me. I parked the car in the parking lot of the place, where my father's former colleague was loading. I quickly ran into my shop for my mom, it didn't take much time, up to 2-3 minutes. My children were also with me. I parked the car at the market’s parking lot. When I got back the man was hitting the car, and shouting, that I bought this car from his money. My two sons sitting in the back of the car. I went to get out of the yard, but this man didn't let me go and hit me to the car and hit the door on me.
What happened in court was completely shocking. The judge did not deal with the attack, however leaving my children back for two minutes makes me a bad mother. Finally, he was sentenced to one year's suspended prison sentence, even though he had already been brought.
What happened in court was completely shocking. The judge did not deal with the attack, however leaving my children back for two minutes makes me a bad mother. Finally, he was sentenced to one year's suspended prison sentence, even though he had already been brought.
Eszter Zsiros
Last summer we had a party with my girlfriend at one of the full-house concerts of the Sziget Festival. Suddenly a foreign guy started to talk to me about his friend liking me. I told him if they didn’t mind I didn’t wanna hang out with him. Than he grabbed my hand and grasped against his friend’s penis. I escaped from the grab and tried to get away from the, but it was almost impossible.. The foregin guys followed us steadily. I also posted the metoo on Facebook. Later I heared that it was the topic in a teacher’s class at school. My first thought was i was gonna delete the post because I wanted to avoid gossips about me.
It is important that teachers also notice if something happens and they can also ask for help.
It is important that teachers also notice if something happens and they can also ask for help.
Tímea Czakó
We showed the party area to the exchange students on a weekday night in Budapest. We were on our way home, the tram ran out from the stop. A man stood beside me, which was really strange, because the tram was completly empty, no one else was traveling on it. I was busy texting on my phone. He came closer, I felt something got wrong, so I looked up and I saw that he was masturbating. I got very scared, I could not suddenly react, just to run to the other side of the tram. The exchange students didn't understand why I did this because they couldn't see what happened. I felt embarrassed after the trip. I told the story to only a few of my girlfriends, not to my parents, not even to my sister. I wanted to protect them from having this thing done with their daughter at some level.
