when I told my mother about my sicko brother, she blamed me; I was lying, I must have encouraged him, anything she could think of to defend him and blame me. so I stayed silent, never told anyone about the rape at 13 until I was about 30. I couldn't and didn't trust. although society is a little different now, back then (late 70's) no one would have stood up for me and put those assholes in jail.
for decades, I wore silence, anger, and shame like they were extra layers of skin.
what bothers me most is that these things still happen everyday, everywhere. children are used and abused sexually by adults even though there is much more awareness now. it's beyond sick but it happens in every segment of society. senators, teachers, clergy, etc, etc, participate in sexual abuse and exploitation of children continues and virtually no one stands up and advocates for the kids.
I am so sorry for all of you who have shared your stories here. you can get beyond the damage. healing is a process not an event; you've all taken the first step by writing your stories here within the safety of anonymity. you can be free.
thank you, andreas.
-izzy