When I was about 7 or 8 years old, I was molested by my older brother (4 years older than me.) I have forgotten about it for the past 20 years. I don’t recall the circumstances that sparked my memory, however I do recall the incident very clearly, now.

It was just one time, and he used the excuse of wanting to “play doctor.” He said he had played that game with his girl friends before (I have no idea whether or not that was the truth.) He came into my room one night after our parents had gone to bed. I had always trusted him, everything he said and did. I never suspected a thing. So when he told me it was normal, I assumed it was. When he told me not to tell Mom and Dad – that we would get into trouble – I didn’t give it a second thought. There was only touching with hands, no penetration of any kind. It never happened again and it has never been spoken of by me until this moment. I’m now 27 years old.

Now that this memory had come rushing back, I think I hate him. The thought of him makes me sick.

I don’t know what to do with this.