Facing my past.
My brother used to make me get undressed give him a blow jobs. I think the only thing that kept him from having s** with me was he was afraid I would get pregnant. I was too ashamed to tell anyone. He told me no one would believe me. I believed him and kept quite.
After awhile it just became I thing we did. I kept quite let it happen like it was a normal thing. It made me feel broken. I hated that I knew what his hands felt like on my body. It's been almost ten years since it stopped. We just pretend it never happened.
I've finally decided to talk to someone about it. I don't know what good it will do. It's not like saying it out loud will make the memories go away.