My Mum Does Not Believe Me!

My own mum didn’t believe me even though I had no reason to lie. Do you know that pain of telling something that really happened and having all the proof in your head like if they could just look inside your memory and it would be right there? My biological father got back together with my mother when I was still in primary school but he missed much of my upbringing. It started when I was sixteen and got nabbed smoking weed in a car with two older boys. They were arrested but I was younger so they called my dad to come pick me up and let me off. He left work and took me home. They told him I was undressed and I told him the truth that I was having sex with both of them but I never did anything like that. He called me a slag and tart while scolding me about it. I begged him not to tell mum about it. I was crying. He took advantage of me sickeningly and agreed to not tell her if I had sex with him because he liked skinny girls like me and mum was not skinny anymore and he needed sex. In my emotional state I agreed crying and that was the first time. The way he treated me changed and he was nicer to me and less critical and meaner to my brother who was his favorite before then. I don’t get along well with my brother and so I liked that change. I had sex with him a total of 28 times in 389 days. I know because after the second time I started making a heart symbol on the calendar in my room so I even had the dates. It became part of my bond with him and even though I was ashamed for anyone to find out it was actually something my stupid muddled mind thought was okay briefly. I was his willing accomplice and now it makes me want to sick to think how I acted. Then I watched the movie ‘The War Zone’ in our home one night with my mum and one of my friends. It was about a father who had incest with his daughter and even had a younger brother in the family that discovers it. I started crying to the point my mum sent my friend home and then I told my mum the truth. Everything I said was true and she did not believe me! She told me I made it up based on the film. I brought my calendars out and felt foolish that my only proof was no proof at all. She is an intelligent woman who manages a Store. My father denied the whole thing. I did not know what to do and telling her had really messed up my life at home. I was eighteen by then and moved in with my grandparents who did not know why but my mum never believed me and my dad kept up the lie, not even admitting it when I talked to him alone. I tried to record him once on my phone and he would not say a true thing about it even though he let me put my hand down his pants and touch him while we talked without stopping me while I begged him to admit it just for a second. It made me almost think I was crazy. As much as it gutted me I had no proof and had to just leave it because it was that or block my family out of my life. The biggest pain when I go over it in my mind is not that I committed incest with my dad which is sick but how my mum just did not believe me at all while I was telling her the whole truth, over and over and begging her to believe me. I would cut off my own toes for her to just believe that I did not invent this terrible thing based on a bloody film! For NO REASON!! To me the pain of not being believed is the worst part. I see some other people here deal with the same thing legally and with family. My soul goes out to you. I BELIEVE YOU.