Changed But Stronger.

I mentioned this in another of my stories for the group "I had my first sexual experience when I was younger" or something close to that. The story was called "Father."

All in all, the titled pretty much says the complete story.
I don't remember a lot about it; guess my mind is just trying to block it out. I remember the feeling of being helpless. I remember seeing him start to touch my younger sister. I wanted to kill him. So I started wetting the bed. To make him stop. I'm not ashamed to admit it. I got so tired of the touching. And no one would listen. My mom wasn't home when he did so because she worked nights (as a nurse) so that she could be home with us during the day.. I was just a kid. I didn't know completely how to say what he was doing. "Daddy is being mean." Not so descriptive. I remember it got to the point where I had nothing left to do. I was 5. I took scissors and cut off all my hair. And I had long hair that I loved. My mentality? He would stop touching me if I looked like a boy. That's when my mom knew something was horribly wrong. And things started to spiral after that. He tried kidnapping us. Brought us back. We moved what felt like, and may have even been, the next day. I have PTSD from this and other abuse from dearest father. Left me changed, but made me stronger.