We Shatter Silence Story from Newton, CT
I was only 11 years old when my own brother sexually molested me. I don’t know why it happened to me. But after a month, I finally broke down to my mom, and soon my dad came down, and asked me what exactly happened. I couldn’t say anything except the areas where he touched me, and the whole time I sat there crying on the couch. After a few weeks, my parents brought me to my brother and all he said to me was, “Sorry.” And it took us about 2 months until my brother and I actually started talking to each other again. It just pains me every day, that I have to live with the fact that I was molested, and that all I ever got out of it was, “sorry.” It’s never affected me until I 13 and I got depressed. Even then, my parents didn’t even realize what was going on in my head.
I’m a 10th grader now in high school and each day that passes, I have to think to myself everything I went through and that people don’t even understand anything that’s actually happened to me. 4 years after the incident, I was arguing with my dad and he said, “stop acting like an abused child.” completely forgetting that I was. So my response, while crying hysterically was, “Last time I checked I was an abused child.” and all he could do was to look away from me. I went to my room and he never came in to check on me. I would love to tell everyone and get it off my chest but I just can’t bring the words out of my mouth. I don’t want my brother in jail, I just want him away from me. The horror of it all is that, when I look at my own brother’s hands, the fear still runs through me.