I have always wanted to say this on here. I have a new name change so here I go:
I was sexually assaulted by a family member repeatedly as a junior-aged child under 10. In the end I fought back (barricaded the door) and it stopped.
At the age of 16 I disclosed to my mother who said 'don't tell your father' because he would murder the person who abused me.
At the age of 35 I disclosed to my sibling who said it hadn't happened to her. Thankfully. As a child after abuse I would sleep in my doorway to hear in case the perpetrator decided to go into my younger sibling's room.
My sibling also said not to tell. Now I agree with them, as murder is what would happen. I am SO ANGRY though. I have to be the adult and never get justice. I AM SO ANGRY. Well I know I don't have to, I'm choosing to, but it's Hobson's choice. Because he would murder the perpetrator, without a shadow of a doubt. Other family members have spoken out loud about abuse they suffered from this perpetrator. They weren't believed and nothing happened.
It's ok though because despite being fucked in the head for years, ruining my own relationships, still being somewhat issue-riddled over sex, guilt-riddled because a perpetrator is still out there, free to abuse etc. etc. I was lucky enough to have 18 months of counselling and am now not quite so spectacularly fucking up my own life and mental health on quite such a regular basis.
Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. In my darkest hours I kill the perpetrator myself, just to break the relentless catch-22. Don't worry, I won't. Not worth jail time for.
Thanks if you read this.