04/27/2026
This hurt me so, with compassion and empathy I said a prayer for you and others who posted similar experiences!
Community Network Coalition, Inc.
Advocate for those who don't have or can't their voice!
I was s*xually abused by my brother for 10 years, and my family tells me that I liked it!
The abuse started when I was 6. My brother watched through a shed window, as he coerced and gave instructions to my neighbor and I, to perform inappropriate acts on each other. There was a lot of confusion that followed me and when I tried to say something, my family weaponized my trauma, saying “I wanted it, and that’s why I never said anything.” They even went as far as calling me a “brother fu*ker.” This created another layer of pain, trauma and confusion. From age 5-10, I was touched, exposed to p**n, and coerced into doing things to him. He was 4 years older than me. I didn’t understand what was happening and because it began so early, I began to operate in what became normalcy to me. From age 11-13, I remember going into dark spaces with him willingly. I remember being curious, and not resisting. Therapy has helped me understand that by this point, my understanding of love, attachment and trust were all perverted. What I once thought was participation, was actually the result of conditioning. Everything changed one day, when I asked a classmate about s*x. This was the first time I realized the abuse wasn’t ok. We weren’t having open dialogue in my house about s*x, so the behavior lived in the dark along with other secrets. From age 13-16, I didn’t want this, and I began to set boundaries. I locked my door at night, but he began preying on me in my sleep. My brother would pop my lock, and I’d wake up to him touching me.
This was the most aware I was, and the most violated I felt. I told my mom one night, when I couldn’t take it anymore. I don’t remember the repercussions, I just remember shortly after, he was no longer living with us. This whole experience perverted my understanding of relationships, love, identity, and safety. It taught me I was not worthy of being protected. It taught me NOT to advocate for myself. It made me hurt myself without realizing, still operating in my adulthood, in a perverted “normal.” I blamed myself for not speaking up sooner, and for participating. I was disgusted with myself. I now know as a child, you don’t have the tools to identify consent, boundaries, or power dynamics. You simply live inside the environment you are given, and try to make sense of it. That’s when the shame I had carried for years, started to break. The disgust I felt toward myself turned into compassion. What I unfairly carried for 31 years alone- I don’t have to carry anymore. I don’t have to tend to my wounds in the dark. I don’t have to hate myself for the decisions I made. Today, I have the courage to tell my story for the little girl in me, who didn’t know she could. I have reached a point where I’m ready to tell me story, and eradicate the shame and darkness around it. I tried to seek this liberation through my family, and they weaponized my trauma and told me I enjoyed it. I’m ready to be free, and to stop protecting someone who still has power because of what he did. I am ready to stop allowing my family to mock my trauma, and destroy the power that they have found to hurt me!
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Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God.
Parents, talk with and believe your children. ❤️
Survivors, seek therapy. 💪🏽
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