I don’t remember when it started or stopped. My oldest brother, 5 years older than me, molested me night after night. 

I had learned about sex from the late night television shows, Howard Stern, Girls gone wild, the man show, and my sibling. 

I tried to tell my parents, but they didn’t believe me. I remained quiet for another 16 years, and I again told my father. Both my mother and father pretended to believe me for 3 years. Until I realized, they didn’t.

It’s been almost one year of no contact with them and while it aches every nerve and bone in my body, I’m thankful for the strength that I’ve gained to talk about it and over a year of therapy, psychiatric help and minimal support from non-family. 

I’m still gonna get up tomorrow and fight again. I have 2 daughters to raise and I refuse to allow what happened to me, happen to them. This will not be their story. 

God speed to all my survivors.