Write that letter and keep reading it over and over again...it really helped me.
Dont worry about their suggestions they are trying to get you to react...it is the way they are told to delve into your hidden emotions...dont fight it because you are scared...go with how you feel at that moment and dont hold back..it will help you long term. Dont try and rationalise,s there is no rational ,or right and wrong reaction...just be you.Be that little girl that you crave so much.
When i was about 14 i started to feel angry at my brother and utterly repulsed by his very presence. He gave me the creeps. He became ( forgive me for this in case you are religious....i do not have a religious bone in my body)a bible bashing laypreacher and i used to think he was such a hypocrit. To me, he was just hiding behind the church,probably hoping for some divine cleansing.
Then, as time went by til i was about 16/17 yrs old, i sort of put it behind me. Then, as i said before, i think the abuse affected my moral judgement and i became,what i would now call, promiscuous. Maybe, i was so misguided as to what affection was and i thought that i could get affection almost as a reward for sex. How sad was that? I fell in and out of love,searching for that father figure that i never had and with relatively few inhibitions,as my innocence had been completely taken away from me.
When i look back i feel dreadfully sad about my behaviour,because i was never going to find real love and affection or cuddles that way,but i knew no other way. I do know that none of it was my fault.it was all my brothers and i blame him 100%.
My last outburst of anger towards him was my final act of revenge.
23 months ago when i so tragically lost my mum(who i did love very much over the last few years)i never told my stepbrother that she had died.( he never knew,as he never visited her) It was a totally rational,calculated decision to hold my mums funeral ,to organise everything with her friends and mine,and to completely exclude him from one of the most personal ,tragic events in my life. I did not want him near the only person other than my children,that i truly loved. He was never going to take that moment away from me,by his presence.
I never mentioned him in my tribute to her,it was as if she had only one child,one that really loved her...and nothing or nobody was going to take that final day away from me.
3 months later i rang him and informed him of her death,to which i received a 'hmmm oh well'. Then i launched into my verbal assault on him I called him a paedophile of the vilest nature,threatened that i would tell the church,his family and anyone that new him,as they never really knew the real him( although funnily enough one of his close friends who came to the funeral did comment that she thought he was weird).
Anyway,as soon as i had finished my 10 minute outburst,i asked him never to call me again....and slammed the phone down.I cried and cried for hours and then i felt such total relief as i had vented everything that i had bottled up for all those years. And to be honest i have never looked back.
Sorry this is a long one.