(TW! ATTEMPTED COC S/A, VENT)
When I was 10, I almost molested my 1-year-old little brother. I was being groomed by a 17-year-old and he told me to do it. My mom caught me and shouted at me before hearing what happened and telling me how it was wrong and calling the police on the man. I’m seventeen now and logically know what happened wasn’t my fault, I was being manipulated and I didn’t know how wrong it was. I know I was a victim as well. But every time I look at my (now eight, doesn’t remember it, and we don’t plan to tell him unless he does one day remember) little brother, I can’t help but feel overwhelming guilt for what almost happened. What I almost did. What I would’ve done if mom hadn’t caught me. I feel awful about it. Plus, the guy gets out of prison in a year, and he knows what elementary school I went to, so, therefore, knows what elementary school he goes to. I’m scared about what he’ll do. I personally go pick him up from school every day now once I get off school, which is abt ten minutes after he does, so he shouldn’t be able to do anything if he wants to, but I’m still afraid. And I’m guilty over telling him, because now my brother will be in danger like I was. I wish I never, ever got into the undertale fandom because that’s where I met him.