- Feb 20, 2006
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I've just had some things on my mind. It's been a rough night, filled with some tears and some thoughts.
I am in college and so to save money, I still live at home. A couple months ago, my parents allowed my perpetrator, my older brother, to move back into the house. But they don't know that he sexually abused me starting at age 6 through 14. I find myself really wanting to speak out and tell my parents, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I've tried to weigh the decision and I usually concur that it's probably a better option to not tell them right now. I just don't know how I even begin to start. I don't know how to cope with the potential that my parents' lives could possibly crumble. And while I know that it wouldn't ultimately be my fault, I would still feel as if I were to blame for their reactions to the truth. This information has the ability to destory them, and yet I feel as if I have the right to be heard. So much could go wrong. But so many of my pains could be alleviated.
I don't know what to do. Something goes wrong no matter what I do. I suffer in silence, and if I speak, everything changes. I don't want to be seen differently, I don't want to be ousted. I don't want to be disbelieved. I just want something to be easy for once, and I fear that nothing ever will be.
I am in college and so to save money, I still live at home. A couple months ago, my parents allowed my perpetrator, my older brother, to move back into the house. But they don't know that he sexually abused me starting at age 6 through 14. I find myself really wanting to speak out and tell my parents, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I've tried to weigh the decision and I usually concur that it's probably a better option to not tell them right now. I just don't know how I even begin to start. I don't know how to cope with the potential that my parents' lives could possibly crumble. And while I know that it wouldn't ultimately be my fault, I would still feel as if I were to blame for their reactions to the truth. This information has the ability to destory them, and yet I feel as if I have the right to be heard. So much could go wrong. But so many of my pains could be alleviated.
I don't know what to do. Something goes wrong no matter what I do. I suffer in silence, and if I speak, everything changes. I don't want to be seen differently, I don't want to be ousted. I don't want to be disbelieved. I just want something to be easy for once, and I fear that nothing ever will be.