13/11/2025
When I was 8, my older brother r**ed me. And my parents refuse to take sides.
The abuse went on for about a year. I used to have "sleepovers" in his room every weekend. It started as horse-playing, like normal brothers would do, and then it became more. I lacked the knowledge and experience. I didn’t know it was inappropriate, let alone with a family member. So, I went along with it all voluntarily until I didn't. When he requested I put my mouth on his privates, I initially said no. But he pressured me multiple times, even putting his mouth on me, and I eventually gave in. After a couple weekends of this, he wanted to s3x with me. He threatened to hit me if I wouldn't. I said I was going to tell our parents, which we both agreed to keep it a secret from anyone, and he hit me hard in the head. Then he spit in his hand, and he r**ed me. It was incredibly painful, but I kept as silent as I could. I’m not sure how long it went on for that night, but I remember seeing a different hour on the digital clock in the room. This became a weekly occurrence. A year later, he ceased having any s*xual contact with me. He showed no desire, or interest in me. I didn't know what to think or how to feel. I was both relieved and disappointed at the same time, as well as emotionally hurt.
I felt rejected and thrown out. Sad and angry, at both him and myself. Wondering what I did wrong. I pretended to get along with my brother to the point where it became somewhat genuine, and we never spoke about or alluded to the abuse in any way, to this day. In my 20's, I broke down completely and cried for two hours. I told my father, and he ceased contact with me for several months. He still refuses to talk about it, saying that the thought of it is "repulsive" to him. My mother tried her best to comfort me, while asking questions like "Why didn't I tell anyone?" She remains to be the most supportive person, despite not fully understanding the depth of it. Both of them refuse to "take sides" between my brother and I. I told several thera**sts and friends, and was met with mixed reactions. I still struggle with it all. The thought of it. The night terrors. The flashbacks. The anger and hatred. The shame of it all. I have attempted su***de multiple times. I go to weekly therapy, and take many different prescription pills to be able to function on a basic level because of it. Please, tell somebody, anybody, if you are going through something like this on any degree, current or not. I feel isolated and alone. Not with the nature of what I went through, but with the process of recovering. I’m not okay, and I will likely suffer from it for the rest of my life. I wish I had told someone sooner.
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