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it gets better.
healing from SA is an everyday struggle. you can let it break you down or you can learn to grow from it and understand it was never your fault.
i’m a victim of cocsa by my older brother at the age of 8 he was 13. i don’t remember when it first started because i blocked it out but i remember it happening all the time we could be in the car and my mom would be running in the store for a few things leaving me with him for no longer than 15 minutes and he would force me to please him. it was whenever he felt those desires and i never said anything i would just sit there and let it happen. i was frozen every time from the physical and mental pain and the betrayal i felt. he would babysit me everyday after school because our mom worked long hours and couldn’t afford an actual babysitter. she trusted him to protect me and keep me safe. one night she left to do some errands and put him in charge. i fell asleep on the couch waiting for her and then i was still afraid of the dark so i kept the kitchen light on he got angry and turned it off and i cried when i realized i was in the dark alone. he yelled at me for crying and dragged me by my hair to his room and undressed me i sobbed but let it happen couple minutes later we heard the door unlock he told me to fake sleep and our mom open the door to his room she looked at us and knew we were fake sleeping and told my brother to get up and do something and he said no she started to get suspicious and told him to get up again and saw he had no pants on. she beat him. and then after she was done she came after me i ran and fell to the ground and my princess nightgown went up and she hit and kicked me everywhere calling me names. it was a different side of her i never seen she didn’t even look like my mom anymore. by her screams and cries i knew nothing would be the same anymore. our dad picked up my brother and a police man came to our house and i had to tell him everything. i said “my older brother was raping me” it was my first time ever saying it out loud.
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