I have these memories in my mind. My sister sexually abused me when were children. She was 7. I was 4. It ended when I was 7 or 8 and she was 11 or 12. I was in her room playing with toys. Now, all of a sudden, she touched me and I had to touch her. It happens once a week for years. She told me not to tell because of her own abuse. I was afraid to say anything to my mom, knowing our dad wasn't there. I kept saying to myself that I was my fault that she did this when it really wasn't. I have this awful feeling that is making sick to my stomach and I hate it. I feel that my sister who I trusted and want to protect me becomes someone whom I need to be the one that needs to be protected from. I fear and despise her. She's not my sister and a stranger in my book.