...and not 100% sure I should be 'sharing' but I am 100% sure I have just realised, at the ripe old age of 37, that the things I shared with a close family member when I was little weren't as 'normal' as I previously let myself believe. On paper, the actions would without doubt be deemed as sexual abuse. That took a lot for me to type. Please read on.
I believed what we did was normal- anyone who asks I say I had a fabulous childhood, loved my siblings etc...because I thought I did. No, because I actually did. I hate the fact that I am now wondering if that was misplaced. The 'thing' that I have now found myself questioning started probably when I was about 7. It never occurred to me that other people didn't do what I was doing at that age and I obviously never asked.
I am now believing that these actions have affected me in my own, grown up relationships but I am being completely open and naive when I say that i have only come to this conclusion within the last 2 days. Yep, 37 years of age and I literally walked to the fridge less than 48 hours ago and it hit me- something was different. I neither know how or why, I just know it did. And it has fucking floored me.
I guess I am now asking how the fuck I deal with my realisation? What do I do with this? I'd obviously like to pretend all was well but I can't, I truly can't.