When It Happened..I have always been a happy go-lucky kind of girl on the outside. I always have a smile on my face and do my best to make everyone around me happy. Very few people know how i truely feel everyday- and even fewer people know the main reason why.
When i was young i loved playing with my brothers (my dads kids). Just like any little girl would. we played house, doctor, lots of childhood games. My dad worked on cars for a living and my brothers liked to help, we had many run-down cars in our backyard, so one of my favorite past times was going out back and playing in the cars, pretending we were driving and such. I loved my brothers.
One day when i was eight years old, my thirteen year old brother and i were playing pretend in one of the cars. He was the husband, i was the wife. i thought nothing of it at first, we were just playing pretend. Its when my brother suggested we do everything that adults do that i started getting worried.
Eventually one thing led to another, and i was raped by my brother. i was hurt both physically and mentally, but i told no one untill years later.
When i was 15 years old my ex-boyfriend and i were talking, he knew that i was suffering from depression, and he mentioned that sometimes people block things out from the past, but still suffer from them subconciously.
After thinking for a while, i decided to tell him what had happened. Eventually i told my mother, but i dont think she believed me. She told me not to tell my father because she wasnt sure how he would react.
I've never reported him to the police, nothing like that, but i dont see him anymore. and when i rarely do, i dont talk to him and stay as far away from him as possible.