i was s******* assaulted by a family member. I know it’s disgusting. I feel dirty. I feel worthless….before this i wonder why s***** assault victims always blaming themselves for something they didn’t do. Now, somehow i understand even though i don’t know why. After it happened, i find myself blaming myself for letting it happen. I was 13..i didn’t know anything. I was confused. I never told anyone about this except to the internet. Even my closest friend. Family. Nobody knew about it. I find it hard to talk about this, so i never did. I’m scared. I’m scared the reactions of my parents when they find out about this. I really wanna call the police but i’m scared my whole family would fall apart. I hate him. Worst thing is, i live under the same roof as him. Every day i gotta see his disgusting a**. I really wanna tell my mom but seeing my mom joking, laughing, happy. I don’t wanna ruin that. Every single day i think about it. But i always try to distract myself by doing other things but i still think about it most of the times. This. I always prayed for him to die. I can’t wait to get out of this house.
