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Facts

You may have the perfect relationship. But probably someone you know doesn’t. Check out the real facts of teen dating abuse here. Read More »

Warning Signs

Abuse escalates. Know the signs from early warnings to the lethal threats. It could save a life. Read More »

For Parents

DASH is for Parents: Articles and resources designed to keep you up to date with your teen, to keep you tech savvy, and to help you stay involved. Read More »

For Friends

DASH is for friends! Do you suspect your friend is in an abusive relationship. You CAN help. Read More »

For Guys

DASH is for guys. Be part of the solution. Get the facts and be a great role model for the people in YOUR life. Read More »

 

Demi Brae Cuccia

Demi was brutally murdered in August 2007 by her ex-boyfriend just one day after celebrating her 16th birthday. Demi was an exceptionally beautiful young lady with a contagious smile, charming personality and a compassionate, spiritual soul. The horrific and unimaginable tragedy that struck our lives and violently ended Demi’s life is today a rapidly growing dangerous epidemic permeating our society. The Demi Brae Cuccia Awareness Organization was founded to honor her memory. Our mission will be to educate our youth, parents, communities and educational system about the dangers of teen dating violence. Demi is loved, missed and adored by so many. Visit www.demibrae.com for more information regarding House Bill 2026 (The Demi Brae Cuccia Bill) and to help support our cause.

Lisa Michelle Tyler

Lisa’s favorite color was pink, her favorite flower, the rose and she loved animals, especially cats. She always placed a star above her ’I’ when signing her name. Her closest friends called her ‘Lisakinze’ a nickname she wore proudly. Lisa, like any other teen, wanted one thing…to be loved. What she didn’t realize is that she was. She was loved by many. She put all her trust and someone else above herself … for this she died. On November 9, 2006, Lisa was violently murdered by her boyfriend. He left her body to lie where she fell for 4-6 hours, making her wish of being an organ donor impossible. This boy who said he would ‘take care of her’ callously shot her in the face; she died ‘almost’ instantly. She was 18 years old.

Jennifer Ann Crecente

Jennifer Ann Crecente (September 9, 1987-February 15, 2006) was an 18-year-old high school honor student who was shot and killed in Austin, Texas, by an ex-boyfriend on February 15, 2006. Jennifer was killed a few months prior to graduation.

Jennifer was a camp counselor at SciTrek in Atlanta and volunteered her time for the ASPCA and a local hospital. Jennifer also enjoyed the arts and appeared on stage with her dad in two musicals at the Colquitt County Arts Center. In 2006, a memorial bench was dedicated to her memory and in 2007, the Arts Center dedicated a performance of “Oliver!” to her memory.

In response to her murder, a nonprofit charity, Jennifer Ann’s Group, has been formed; a memorial grant was created in her name for graduate psychology students to study intimate partner violence; and two pieces of legislation passed in Texas.

Megan’s Story – “What it takes to truly survive”

Being abused is not something we plan on. It’s not something we see coming. It’s not something we expect to happen. But it does. Every day. It happened to me. It could happen to you. It could be happening to one of your friends right now and you would never even know. This is my story. Please listen and take with stride all of the information I’m giving you. Because if we don’t try and stop this now, it could end up being too late.

He was my best friend in high school. He was awkward and different, but we got along really well. He always seemed so sweet and he always made me laugh. I graduated the year before him. After he got out and I was in college, we started hanging out again. We reconnected. And it was just like old times. After a few months we saw more in each other and started dating. And it was wonderful. We were young and in love. I saw myself spending the rest of my life with him. I could picture it and I loved it. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.