When I was seven, after my parents went out to get groceries, my brother asked me to do a favor for him. I was just excited that he wanted to hang out with me. He took me to my room and performed oral sex on me. The next time they went out, he had me reciprocate. There was also a morning I woke up to my brother watching porn on my tv.
I didn't have words for what he did. It was icky and didn't I like it. I tattled on my brother. "Alex is teaching me about sex." My mother told me to never think or speak about it again. That was over fifteen years ago. I spent many years trying to figure out why my mother shut me down and my brother put ten feet between us.
When I stopped feeling guilty, I began to feel rage. It turns out my mother either knew or suspected, but she didn't want me to be taken from her so she decided to do nothing. Everybody is in denial. I feel like the only adult in this situation. I don't know what good sharing all of this will do. I've said and thought it so many times since I started therapy two months ago that it no longer means anything... Nothing that can ever make sense.
I didn't have words for what he did. It was icky and didn't I like it. I tattled on my brother. "Alex is teaching me about sex." My mother told me to never think or speak about it again. That was over fifteen years ago. I spent many years trying to figure out why my mother shut me down and my brother put ten feet between us.
When I stopped feeling guilty, I began to feel rage. It turns out my mother either knew or suspected, but she didn't want me to be taken from her so she decided to do nothing. Everybody is in denial. I feel like the only adult in this situation. I don't know what good sharing all of this will do. I've said and thought it so many times since I started therapy two months ago that it no longer means anything... Nothing that can ever make sense.