When I was 5 my brother used to make me touch him. He would try and keep me quiet by giving me candy. He eventually stopped then later went on to physically abusing me almost every day, he also almost killed me a few times. I would tell my mom but she never did anything even though she knew he was a violent person. She would always say to just not say anything to just to walk away as if it was my fault, as if my silence hadn’t already angered him, as if he wouldn’t follow me when I walked away. She made me keep everything to myself in order to keep the vision of perfection. She never believed me about the s***** abuse but I feel it was just to much for her to accept; to view her firstborn child in that way….