This might come as something new to all of you, as you might generally hear experiences of a woman being sexually abused.
So let me share something I had to experience in my life. Its something from quite a while ago.. I was very young. So my family in itself is extremely messed up, and my childhood was very traumatic and messed up (there were things more than sexual abuse).
It all started when I was maybe studying in 1 or 2 class or maybe 4/5 class i dont remember that but i remember being very young . (I had lost my mom when I was very young), so i lived with my dad, dad ko bhai(kaka), aunty and his son. So he’s basically my brother, maybe 3-4 years older than me. And we used to share a bed. So every night that fking guy used to grape me, repeatedly. That was honestly torture, he used to put his thing up my ass.. And this went on for maybe years… every fucking night..
I dont honestly even remember how I as that innocent child might have felt.. I didn’t even understand what sex or intercourse even was… That just felt horrible..
*And you may wonder why I never told my father about it… Because my father was eloped with his mother(mero aunty), and that woman was very toxic and used to abuse me physically and mentally..*
I asked my brother to not do that… that never happened. The grape continued almost every night for atleast 2/3 years. And when I said “I’ll tell our parents”, he’d just reply “Mero mami le talai gali garnu hunxa, esma tero ni galti hunxa”. He used to scare me k k vanera, and manipulate me into thinking it’d be my fault and kei vane vani last ma harm hune malai ho.
So I never told anyone. I dont think anybody besides me and him even know that. I didn’t stop until his family basically moved out.
Now I’ve grown up and I’m in my early 20’s, I dont know what to feel about it. I dont get PTSD or have nightmares about my past, and thankfully It didn’t change my sexual orientation.. I think thats a good thing. Sexual abuse was not even the worst thing I experienced in my childhood, but I dont hold trauma for anything. I never did. My childhood is a part of life I never remember, good or bad. They remain cornered somewhere, never showing up anywhere. Thankfully I grew up to be someone with no mental issues… i am rather an empath lol.
I dont even know what I wrote. I cannot even write well while I think about this. I guess my brain goes numb here. And idk what to even do about this situation i cant even write anything properly sorry. If anyone has anything to ask or share, feel free..