At a young age into my young teen years I was molested by my older brother. He would come in my room while I was asleep and I would wake up to him with his face between my legs. Sometimes he would hold a gun(I later found out it was a fake) to my head and make me s*** his p****. I never told anyone because he was always one of the favorites and I knew no one would believe me so I learned to push it to the back of my mind. Here I am 22 years old now and after I was violently attacked by a man who followed me into a bathroom at my work all of the memories of my brother are coming back and I’m not attempting another suicide because I refuse to leave my son alone. I was finally getting to a good point in my life but I now I don’t know how to move on. This is all too much for me to deal with and with no one to talk to about anything I’m in a even bigger hole alone.