While we were growing up, my brother used to touch me while I slept. We shared a room and he would come over to my bed in the middle of the night and rub my chest and privates while he touched himself. I was always too freaked out and embarrassed to say anything or stop him. This went on from the time I was 11 until about 16. I am 31 now but I still think about it every night. I think its why I have problems being intimate with men now. My brother is now a thief and a drug addict who is in and out of jail and sometimes I wish they would just lock him up for good. I know he is family but he is absolutely worthless and is a waste of skin and bones, and I just wish he would disappear forever. Not die, but just go away forever.
