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When I was 7 years old my brother came into my room and sexually abused me. This kept happening until I was 12. I didn’t know what to do or what to think of my brother. Now I am 15 years old and happy with my life because my brother has moved out. |
I never told my parents because I always thought they wouldn’t believe me. I started getting into trouble when I turned 13. I wasn’t a virgin any more. It was taken by a boy who never even cared about me.
Now I’m with a boy who means the world to me. He is the only person I ever told about my brother. He is always there for me no matter what, and I thank God that he gave me at least one person to talk to because I’m very different from my family. Sometimes I just wish I could tell them what my brother did to me and maybe they would love me or at least treat me better as a person.
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