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When I was in the 4th grade, my brother and cousin started coming into my room and touching me at night. I didn't know how to come out and tell my parents because I thought it was my fault. Things never got easy. This lasted until I was going into 10th grade. It happened for the last time and I cried and cried. I didn't want anyone knowing. I had someone to confide in and they told my mom which I thought was the worst thing to ever happen. My brother and cousin both said that I wanted it and my parents believed them. I was invisible. My voice didn't matter. I was nothing. The world was against me. No one believe the little girl that was 'playing victim'. It sucked. I couldn't believe I couldn't even trust my own family.

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Dolphin14

I hope you have had some therapy for this? It would help you I'm sure.

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NeuronerdDoaty

The lovely wonderful little girl. I mourn her loss with you.

When parents fail you at this time they are full of fear. They usually have a childhood history and they go into freeze mode. They also feel as if they failed doing their one job of protecting their child.

Now the important thing to do is have boundaries for yourself so you can build self respect. You are worthy and valid.

Doaty💛

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