Resources For Male Victims Of Abuse

Resources for Male Victims of Abuse

How to Recognize Abuse

**Emotional Abuse of Men

**Sexual Assault of Men and Boys

**Men Can Be Victims of Abuse, Too

**Domestic Violence Against Men - Know the Signs

**Information for Male Survivors of Sexual Abuse

**Help for Battered Men

**Battered Men, Battered Husbands

**For Male Survivors of Rape and Sexual Abuse

**Male Survivors of Incest and Sexual Child Abuse

**Help for Men Who Are Being Abused

Help Lines (Phone and Text Chat)

National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-7233 (or 1-800-787-3224 for TTY)

National Dating Abuse Hotline: 1-866-331-9474

National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-4673

National Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-237-8255

Domestic Abuse Helpline for Men: 1-888-743-5754 (US and Canada)

Hopeline Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-784-2433

National Hotline for Victims of Crimes: 1-855-484-2846

National Human Trafficking Hotline: 1-888-373-7888

Polaris Human Trafficking Text Line: Text “BEFREE” to 233733

**1in6/RAINN Chat for Male Survivors of Sexual Abuse

Support Groups

**1in6 Support Groups

Male Survivor Support Groups

Pandora’s Aquarium - Chat (includes chats specifically for men)

Pandora’s Aquarium - Forums (includes forums specifically for men)

How to Find a Shelter

Domestic Shelters Search (shelter locator with filters to find shelters specifically for male survivors)

SAFE (located in Austin, TX, but states they can help people find resources/shelters in their area)

How to Find a Therapist

**Male Survivor Therapist Directory

Mental Health Services Locator

Resources for and About the Abuse of Kids/Teens

Love is Respect Hotline: 1-866-331-9474 (Hotline for teens)

Darkness to Light Helpline (Sexual Abuse): 1-866-367-5444

Darkness to Light Text Line: Text “LIGHT” to 741741

ChildHelp USA National Child Abuse Hotline: 1-800-422-4453

Children of the Night Hotline (Children in Prostitution): 1-800-551-1300

National Runaway Safeline: 1-800-786-2929

Covenant House Nineline (Homeless Youth): 1-800-999-9999

Stop it Now Hotline: 1-888-773-2362 (for adults concerned about the welfare of a child)

Jennifer Ann’s Group (for teens experiencing dating violence)

Other Resource Lists 

(While I tried to include the most helpful resources I could here (i.e., resources that lend themselves to one-on-one communication, individual reading, etc.), there are plenty of other great resources, including regional resources, listed in these links. Some of the resources are specific to men and others aren’t, but they are all helpful for male survivors.)

**Male Survivor (regional, international, and online resources)

**Husband Battering: Men and Domestic Violence

**Help for Battered Men: Online Resources

**Help for Battered Men: National and International Resources

**Help for Guys: Help for Victims (some resources for men, many general resources)

OMG (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

plz more ler miguel,,,

as you wish

Lee hobie and ler Miguel? Maybe where hobie has stole something of Miguel’s and hidden it so he tickles the location out of him

No wait why do I love that so much?

This was actually so fun to write, like what(^○^)

Lee Hobie, Ler Miguel

(TW swearing and tickles,)

“It was just ther-“ Miguel sighed, “what was just there?” Hobie chimed in, appearing out of nowhere. Miguel jumped a bit at the sudden response, assuming he was alone.

“My gizmo. It was just here.”

“Your gizmo?” Hobie chuckled at the name

“I would’ve called something much better, How about something like, ‘Miguel’s a fuckin idiot’”

Miguel turned to him with a frown. Hobie smirked at him and sat down on the swivel chair in the room.

———————————————

It may have taken Miguel a little longer to figure out who took the missing gizmo, and by a little to longer I mean 4 days, but as he was putting the pieces together he figured it out.

“Hobie..” he growled,

Miguel turned around to find him sitting in the same swivel chair he sat in when he stole the gizmo.

“I heard my name?” Hobie said

“where did you even come in from?”

“Why do you wanna know? Don’t you enjoy having me here?” Hobie smiled

“What? No I- never mind, did you take my gizmo?” Miguel asked

“You mean the ‘Miguel is a fuckin idiot’ device?” Hobie joked.

Miguel’s eyebrows angered at Hobie. Hobie was known not to take thing seriously, or even just avoid them entirely. So when Miguel is trying to get words out of him he won’t budge, like a heavy bolder, nothing will come out.

“Sorry let me rephrase it, Did you STEAL my gizmo or not?”

“So what if I did? I would never tell you.” Hobie responded

Just then Miguel lunged at Hobie and they both tumbled around for a few seconds before Miguel had him pinned on the floor.

“I’m going to ask you again, Did you steal something I own?” Miguel asked,

“….” No reposed, just a calm stare

Miguel leaned closer down to Hobies left ear and whispered,

“Did you steal my gizmo or not?” Just then Miguel was interrupted by small giggles coming from Hobies mouth.

“KPFT-hehahah!” Hobie laughed trying to scrunch his neck as much as possible.

“This is not a laughing matter!”

“Ihihihit tihihklehehes!!” Hobie gestured to his ear where Miguel whispered into.

“Ohh, so you’re ticking, huh?” Miguel teased wiggling his figures into the punks belly

“ACK- Waiahahaht!! Tickle me and your dea-HEAHAHAD!!” Hobie threatened, (turns out he was all bark no bite tho)

“My god you’re the most ticklish person I know!” Miguel said as he moved from his midsection down to his hips

“ILL FUHUHHAHUCKING KIHIHIHILL YOOOHAHAHAHAH!!!” Hobie barked out

“Sure you will!” Miguel laughed as he stop letting Hobie lie their limp,

“Lyla!” Miguel whispered

“Huh”

“scan him for me real quick? I promise this is important!”

“Fun, on what?”

“you know?” Miguel wiggled his fingers

“ohhhh yeah totes!” A orange screen popped up in front of him listing all of Hobies spots, he was so done for!

“oh wow, that’s more than I expected?”

“What’s more than you expected, Bitch” hobie growled

“what was that?” Miguel asked confidently,

“Did you call me a bitch?” Just then Miguel started to squeeze his knees

“HMPF- BAHAhahahah!!” Hobie threw his head back in laughter, kicking his legs around trying to get Miguel’s hands off him

“Has anybody told you you have an adorable laugh?” Miguel teased digging his other hand back into his hips

“NAHAHAH!! WAAHAHAHAITTTT!!!”

“You’ve asked me to wait a lot today, and yet I’ve never waited, what makes you think I’m gonna wait now?” Miguel talked out loud

“Alright, I’ll give you some time to breath” Miguel smirked,

“Tell me where you hid my stuff,”

“what?”

“My stuff? My gizmos?”

“Ohhh,”

“so? You gonna tell me or no?” Miguel asked squeezing his hips as a warning

“okAhahHA! Ok ok I’ll tehehell you!!”

“good”

“I took it and hid it in the cafeteria, then somebody picked it up, they threw it away, and then I left,” Hobie said, Hobie stayed tense on part where he knew he messed up and he knows what will happen to him

“They threw it away?”

“…yea?”

“Oh my god” Miguel sighed,

“waitwaitwaitwaitWAITWAITWAIT WAIT!!” By then it was to late, Miguel was both squeezing his knees and tickling anywhere he could get his hands around.

“PLEAHAHAHAA!! PLE-AHHAHA!!” Hobie tried to wriggle out underneath him but Miguel had him tight.

“Apologize, now” Miguel demanded

“WHYHIHIHI THE FUHAHAHCK WOULD I DOHOHOHO THAHAHAHT”

“We could do this all day! My schedule is open for anything Hobert”

“DONT CAHAHAHALL ME THAHAHAT!!” Hobie screamed, turning a bit red from the embarrassing name

“just say sorry man”

“OHOHOKAAY!! OHOHAHAKAY!! IM SORRY IM SOHOHARYY IM SAAHAORRY!!!” As quickly as those words left Hobies mouth the tickling stopped.

Hobie was left panting on my floor, as Miguel got off him and stood watching him catch his breath.

“yohohour fucking… ehevil!” Hobie said taking breaths in between words

“You’re fucking ticklish!” Miguel argued

Miguel may not have gotten his gizmo back but he definitely found a way to get Hobie back.

Alright that’s all boo boos!! Idk why it took so long but here’s your meal(*^ω^*)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

@/ticklethentopple please stop saying that i get “turned on” by tickling. i’m extremely uncomfortable and disgusted with a 30 year old sexualizing me. butterflies is another word for getting a happy and comforting feeling, it has nothing to do with arousal. also i am sex repulsed as well lmao

and please stop calling the special interest i had since i was little due to autism a “kink,” it’s very ableist for you to sexualize something i can’t control.

and please stop assuming i talk to minors about tickling. just because i’m fine with their presence doesn’t mean i talk to them about tickling… bc it’s quite literally in my boundaries for them to Not To talk to me abt that stuff bc i’m uncomfortable having tickle talks with minors.

aaaand stop sexualizing tickling. it is not inherently a sexual or kinky thing. just because YOU get turned on by it and see it in that way doesn’t mean everyone else does. if your mind is so far into the gutter that you cannot differentiate sfw and nsfw maybe just stick to your side of the community.

(remember that i do not support sending hate or bullying. i am just responding to their post about me. again, i do not support sending hate or bullying.)

The rundown: You looked like someone Miguel terribly misses– his daughter. (FIRST PART)

Content: Miguel x Daughter!Reader (wc: 1359)

“Have you thought about it already?” 

The girl remains focused on her drawings, doodling away. “About what?” She mumbles a reply, without turning her gaze, still engrossed in her drawings. She knew what he was going to say anyway.

Miguel reaches forward and tenderly tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Your quinceanera, Gab.” He remarks warmly. 

She only laughs in return, shaking her head. It's silly, she thinks to herself. "I'm not even near being fifteen yet!" she protests in between fits of giggles. It occurred to Gabriella that his father had an ulterior motive from the sudden pique of interest in her hobbies and likes; he wasn’t particularly chatty, so the past few weeks had pushed her to finally ask him what he was trying to do. 

She didn’t understand at first. Miguel, very patiently, explained that a quinceanera was a special once-in-a-lifetime event for every girl. It was more than just a birthday celebration, it was an important milestone in her life. But she quickly discouraged the idea, not wanting to think about it so early. They had all of the time in the world, she thought, there was no reason to rush.

“I just want it to be special.” He says, “Your mother would’ve wanted that.” 

“No te preocupes, papá.” She reassures her with a kiss on the cheek. “We’ll make it special.” 

The clip ended, the screen slowly fading until only his reflection remained in the empty frame. All he could see now was a hollow shell of a man looking back at him; his expression blank and unflinching. Miguel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. That scene had etched itself into his mind, burning– mockingly so. 

Nothing could ever fill the hole that his daughter had left in his heart - like when he first held her in his arms so many years ago; her presence still obvious on his chest where her memories had imprinted themselves, a permanent reminder of the loss of a child. He trudged through life with heavy feet and an even heavier heart. 

He wonders if things could’ve been different or if he would always be incapable of keeping people in his life, always slipping from his fingers and out of his grasp.

“You’re watching it again,” Lyla appears on his shoulder, sitting there with her legs crossed. 

“What about it?” 

"That's the fourth time today," She says, her voice laced with a trace of worry that she was quick to try and disguise as part of her normal banter. It had become increasingly clear to her that something was amiss and although she was programmed to know anything, Lyla did not know much about Miguel. 

“What do you want?” 

“An anomaly is spotted in earth-829, a renaissance-like hawk wreaking havoc in a modern museum– yikes.” Lyla briefs him, “Jessica is already on standby.” 

Miguel shakes his head, sighing. “Shouldn’t she be on maternity leave already?” He asks, his suit already appearing and opening a file regarding the mission. A hologram opens in front of him, filling in the details. Vulture. “Tell her to go home. I’ll handle this one.” 

“I think you shouldn’t,” Lyla squeaks with a nervous smile on her face. “Think you really shouldn’t.”

Miguel taunts with an arrogant tilt of his head, matter-of-factly declaring, "And who's the one taking orders here?" His mask then slides firmly into place, and a portal opens beneath his feet as he steps through. Lyla knows too well by now that there isn't any room for negotiation. 

As he stepped into the unfamiliar environment, a chorus of cries and screams greeted him from the running crowd. They pushed each other to safety, a few staying to watch spider-man in action. Miguel sighs, cracking his neck as he prepares himself to step in.

However, he slightly flinches as the said hero narrowly avoids him, crashing into the wall behind him with a loud thud. She quickly scrambled back to her feet, dusting the bits of rubble from her suit. “Hello? Mascot-man? I’m kinda in the middle of something here–” 

“I’ll take it from here, kid.” If it wasn’t for the mask covering his face, his nonchalant tone would betray his expression. It was no surprise to him that someone as young as her had been bitten by a spider like so many others before her, but he knows damn well what awaits for her and that is what troubled him every time. 

“And who are you exactly?” She shouts, running towards the anomaly again. 

Miguel quickly binds the vulture's wings with his webs, allowing you to throw in a few punches before the bird regains its footing and takes off into flight. “I’m from another dimension.”

You audibly gasp, the eyes on your mask widening as you swing around, “I knew dimensions were real!” Completely unfocused, the anomaly narrows his eyes before charging towards you– before you could react to your senses tingling, you were sent tumbling to the ground, near the broken pile of rocks and other rubble. 

Miguel loudly groans, getting a hold of the enemy. “Kid, focus!” He barks out, and you immediately snap back to what you were doing, swinging enthusiastically towards him. 

“How did you do it? I mean– I tried to prove it all my life!” 

“Aren’t you 12?” He scoffs at your statement, clearly not a fan of exaggeration.

“14 – and that’s not the point, mascot-man!” 

The fight went on with you chatting and talking his ear off. Miguel had answered in dismissive grunts and his usual ‘it’s classified.’ remark, but he just couldn’t discourage your eagerness in any way. You had tired him out, more than the anomaly did.

Spider-society, magic watch, many more of you– you’ve basically summed up. 

“You should definitely let me join,” You offered cheerfully, cocking your head and wiggling your foot. The battle had finally come to a close, thanks in part to the arrival of a couple more spider-men who lent an extra hand. You had caught up to Miguel, basically begging him to let you in. “We made a great team back there old man!” 

“Old man?” 

“Okay, sensitive,” You muttered under your breath. “But seriously– I could learn more from you!” 

“Kid, listen–” 

You had cut him off again, seemingly not taking no as an answer as you tried to persuade him again. You continued to babble, not leaving any room for him to interrupt. Miguel rubbed a hand over his face, hidden beneath the fabric of his mask, as he groaned in frustration for what felt like the hundredth time today. His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to you rambling on and on– patience nipping on itself from your lack of understanding with regards to the matter at hand. 

“First off, I did most of the work back there. If it weren’t for me calling for back-up, you could’ve been injured badly. This society isn’t some school club you can just sign yourself in,” He explained, already itching to return and leaving you in the dust. A liability is the last thing he needed. “You don’t have what it takes.”

You throw your head back, groaning. You take your mask off, revealing a busted lip and a frown. “Whatever, your club sounds stupid anyway.” You mumble under your breath, suddenly feeling worn out yourself. Of course what he said had stung– it had taken so much effort to learn how to control your powers over the past two months since you were bitten by that spider. It wasn’t like there was a manual or a book written for freaks that happened to have superhero powers under such circumstances. You had to learn on your own. 

Turning your back on him, you had fully expected him to disappear as well– but, to your surprise, he was totally motionless; a statue in solidarity unable to shift an inch. His stillness made the atmosphere unbearably tense and although you could not bring yourself to look back at him (well, you did call his club stupid.), you sensed his gaze upon you like a heavy weight pushing down on your shoulders. 

“Gabriella?” 

The luminous friend(s) of humankind ☀️

[ ID: An Indian-style arch window made of brick frames the scene. Pavitr, wearing his Spider-Verse costume, smiles with his teeth so widely that his eyes are closed. He is carrying a dog with his arm and playing with another dog on its hind legs seeking to lick and hug him. Another dog side-eyes the audience, other dogs are magically floating in the air. There are seven stray dogs in total. Bright sunlight shines behind them all like a halo. The golden Sanskrit Devanāgari script written on the plaque at the bottom of the frame writes: Mitra - Prabhākara - āditya [ मित्र - प्रभाकर - आदित्य -- literally, 'friend - light-maker - son of Aditi, the goddess of the cosmos']. They are the aliases of the Hindu sun god Sūrya who mounts a chariot drawn by seven horses. End ID]