I hate what my brother did to me but I feel as though I can tell no one
Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2019 4:00 am
THIS IS SUCH A LONG POST IM VERY SORRY
So to start things off I want to say that even writing this I feel as though people are going to scoff at it and to dismiss it as something really minor. This is a horrifying thought because I feel I've not being able to look at my body the same way since.
When I was 15/16 and my brother was a year younger he was obsessed with touching me. It didn't matter how much I told him to stop, he would grab my boobs, my bum, anything. It was disgusting and completely vile. There were times when I would feel trapped because I was in his path and I knew it was coming but I couldn't move away fast enough. He would squeeze my breasts, slap my bum, and make moans while he did this.
i remember one occassion I was on the right hand side of the couch, my dad in the middle, and my brother on the left hand side nearest the hall. He stood up and instead of walking to the hall, walked around the couch just so he could touch me. And EVERY time I would tell him to stop, to go away, to leave me alone, to fight him off. But it never worked.
I told my mum that it felt like I was being raped by my own brother and she yelled at me for it.
It went on for months and months. The worst time was when he was sent to wake me up from bed and he sat on top of me, began lying on top of me, grabbing my breasts and bum and pretending to have sex with me. He didn't, thankfully he didn't actually hae sex with me, but it didn't stop it feeling as violating as I did. That time I didn't know how to react, I just pretended to sleep. I couldn't fight him off, he was stronger than me, and I knew at that point my parents were no help. It makes me angry in a way. Furious even. I should have fought harder, have tried harder to get him to stop, to leave me alone.
It messed me up, because 15/16 is normally the age people start to explore their sexuality and their bodies, but from that point sex became violence for me. I had to protect myself, my body, because people out in the world like my brother sought to hurt it. Sex wasn't fun, it didn't seem fun to me, it seemed something men enjoyed while women were in pain. It was a thing men did to women and women had no agency in the matter. I'm scared of my own body, I can't bare to touch my area at all, not without something in between (e.g I can use toilet roll to wipe myself but the thought of touching anything down there with my fingers makes my blood run cold)
I'm finally able to talk about this now, or at least acknowledge that this Trauma has hurt me deeply, and caused me a lot of body issues and fear and anxiety around sex and relationships.
But I told my mum, stupidly I explained to her again at age 22 why I have such an issue with my body and she seemed to blame me. To tell me that I should have stopped him. She also told me my breasts weren't that big at 16 so it wasn't a big deal.
And the thing is, I want to tell someone else. Someone that cares and that will understand, but I feel dirty and disgusting. I feel a layer of grime over me and that if I told my friend they would see it somehow. I've been talking to my friend a lot about sex. She has some similar issues to me with her body and she has helped me start feeling more positive about my area and sex in general. She knows Something happened to me and I think I've told her what it entails but I've never told her it was my brother. I'm worried she'll think my whole family are weird incestuous hill billy type people. And that's not true.
I hate my brother, and I don't love my parents. I think they could have done more for me. But my aunts, uncles, and little cousins I love deeply and I would hate for her to think badly of them.
This is the first time I've wrote or told anyone all these feelings out loud and I'm sorry it's so long but I just want some help, and advice, and to know I'm not insane.
Thanks
So to start things off I want to say that even writing this I feel as though people are going to scoff at it and to dismiss it as something really minor. This is a horrifying thought because I feel I've not being able to look at my body the same way since.
When I was 15/16 and my brother was a year younger he was obsessed with touching me. It didn't matter how much I told him to stop, he would grab my boobs, my bum, anything. It was disgusting and completely vile. There were times when I would feel trapped because I was in his path and I knew it was coming but I couldn't move away fast enough. He would squeeze my breasts, slap my bum, and make moans while he did this.
i remember one occassion I was on the right hand side of the couch, my dad in the middle, and my brother on the left hand side nearest the hall. He stood up and instead of walking to the hall, walked around the couch just so he could touch me. And EVERY time I would tell him to stop, to go away, to leave me alone, to fight him off. But it never worked.
I told my mum that it felt like I was being raped by my own brother and she yelled at me for it.
It went on for months and months. The worst time was when he was sent to wake me up from bed and he sat on top of me, began lying on top of me, grabbing my breasts and bum and pretending to have sex with me. He didn't, thankfully he didn't actually hae sex with me, but it didn't stop it feeling as violating as I did. That time I didn't know how to react, I just pretended to sleep. I couldn't fight him off, he was stronger than me, and I knew at that point my parents were no help. It makes me angry in a way. Furious even. I should have fought harder, have tried harder to get him to stop, to leave me alone.
It messed me up, because 15/16 is normally the age people start to explore their sexuality and their bodies, but from that point sex became violence for me. I had to protect myself, my body, because people out in the world like my brother sought to hurt it. Sex wasn't fun, it didn't seem fun to me, it seemed something men enjoyed while women were in pain. It was a thing men did to women and women had no agency in the matter. I'm scared of my own body, I can't bare to touch my area at all, not without something in between (e.g I can use toilet roll to wipe myself but the thought of touching anything down there with my fingers makes my blood run cold)
I'm finally able to talk about this now, or at least acknowledge that this Trauma has hurt me deeply, and caused me a lot of body issues and fear and anxiety around sex and relationships.
But I told my mum, stupidly I explained to her again at age 22 why I have such an issue with my body and she seemed to blame me. To tell me that I should have stopped him. She also told me my breasts weren't that big at 16 so it wasn't a big deal.
And the thing is, I want to tell someone else. Someone that cares and that will understand, but I feel dirty and disgusting. I feel a layer of grime over me and that if I told my friend they would see it somehow. I've been talking to my friend a lot about sex. She has some similar issues to me with her body and she has helped me start feeling more positive about my area and sex in general. She knows Something happened to me and I think I've told her what it entails but I've never told her it was my brother. I'm worried she'll think my whole family are weird incestuous hill billy type people. And that's not true.
I hate my brother, and I don't love my parents. I think they could have done more for me. But my aunts, uncles, and little cousins I love deeply and I would hate for her to think badly of them.
This is the first time I've wrote or told anyone all these feelings out loud and I'm sorry it's so long but I just want some help, and advice, and to know I'm not insane.
Thanks