After 40 years I finally picked up the phone to the police and reported the sexual abuse I suffered when I was 9.
My family already know (and haven't been very supportive). I keep my distance from them and am mainly NC with my Mum.
It all came out 8 years ago when my abuser (brother) phoned us all to finally tell us why he and his wife split up years ago. He sexually abused his 4 year old daughter and his wife found out. She spent years keeping it a secret until it finally took its toll on her mental health.
When he phoned to tell me, I said 'it doesn't surprise me, as you did the same to me'. He was shocked that I remembered ( like it's something you forget!)
Anyway I told him that I didn't want the family thinking his abuse was a one-off incident and he also had to admit to the family that he also abused me. They all now know.
I have spent the last 8 years with a bloody big weight around my neck over the issue of reporting him. Some days I felt strong enough to do it, but the fear always took over and I couldn't.
Why today? Don't know really, but I had a 90 minute drive to a meeting and it was all I could think about. I phoned the police as soon as I got home. My heart was hammering, hands were shaking and I felt sick. Told myself I wasn't going to cry, but of course I did.
I am making a full statement at the police station on Thursday.
I'm not sure what I want or need in terms of putting my story on here, but I just need to tell someone. My best friend isn't home from work until 7pm, but I'm going to see her for a chat as soon as she's home. She is my rock and will happily let me talk and have a cry.
Can't believe I waited this long to report him. The policeman on the phone was fantastic, so patient.
The shit will hit the fan with my family, but I have a wonderful, supportive group of friends to rely on.
Thanks for letting me get it all out on here x