my brother raped me when I was 5. He made it like a game I have never told anybody I am also a boy and I was in 1st grade when he did it my brother was 12

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my brother raped me when I was 5. He made it like a game I have never told anybody I am also a boy and I was in 1st grade when he did it my brother was 12 or 13 and now I am 13 we are 5 years apart he is 18 now I have pushed this memory in my mind for years so should I tell my mom or something god I hate him when I learned that this was a bad thing I was in 3rd grade my brother now is a gross greasy a****** he has pimples on his back like a bunch if anybody is actually reading this tell me your thoughts and thank you for reading this fucked up story.

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when i lay on my stomach i am reminded of my vulnerability
i can feel the breeze kiss the spots on my back that only
you and the sun are familiar with.
it doesn’t tickle as much as it did the first night you stayed over.
it’s a familiar feeling.
and while it kills me,
deep down i am thankful to know that you will never know what my back looks like
as the seasons change.
you will forget where each and every freckle stays
you will miss the tan lines left by the harsh rays of summer
and the fairness of winter against my skin.
the last time you’ve seen my back was when I left you
and i am both terrified and proud that you will never know my vulnerability again.
-KQ

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