New Here and would like to share my story...
Let me first start out by saying that I have admired from afar this site, and only now have the guts to share my story for whomever may listen...
I was sexually abused by my brother for approximately 1 year when I was around 8 or 9 years old and he was 13. Details are fuzzy, and for a while I wasn't sure if what I was remembering was real or just a bizarre dream. Unfortunately it wasn't a dream. I remember him taking me into the bathroom (usually when my parents where grocery shopping on Thursday evenings) and making me perform oral on him until he came in my mouth. He would then leave me there gagging and telling me not to say anything otherwise he would tell on me for doing something stupid.
Fast forward to Aug 2001....my brother and his wife announce that they are planning on adopting a child. I incredibly astonished and overwhelmed by this news, but not really sure why...then I remembered what happened. After wanting to confront him and then backing down, in May of 2002, I finally confront him about it. He admits that he did do it, doesn't know why he did it but is very sorry. I let him know that I don't agree with the adoption because I fear for the safety of the children. He says that he has no intention of harming the children, he just wants to love them. He wants to go to a counselor with me so we can be "one big happy family" ( I should note that I have all total 3 brothers and 1 sister, all older than me). He agrees that we should tell our parents, which we do together (although he again dominates the entire episode with his side of what happened)We all cry and hug and I say that I feel that we should tell the remaining members of the family. Everyone agrees.
My "brother" and I attend some counseling together. The "counselor" writes the episodes off to some "childhood experimentation" and feels that although my "brother" has some control issues, he is no threat to the children that he is adopting.
Then we start talking about telling the other members of the family about what happened. And that's when all hell breaks loose. My brother, and my mom and dad, all decide that we should just keep this to ourselves. I feel more betrayed at that moment more than a I ever have felt in my life. My brother gets upset and tells me that he wishes he never would have admitted what happened, how I'm killing my parents, this is my fault, I'm just doing this to get revenge on him, blah, blah, blah.
Needless to say, that was the last time I have spoken to him. I have since spoken to my parents, several times, and my Dad has admitted that he made a mistake in judgement, and we should tell all the family and see how the chips fall. I am grateful for that and I admire him for owning up to his mistake in judgement.
My brother though...he has told my parents that I had a chip on my shoulder that last counseling session and I became angry and was yelling at him. Unfortunately, he lies. I wish I would have yelled at him. Hell, I wish I would have kicked the shit out of him right there in front of the therapist. But I won't sink to his level...not yet anyway.
Day before Thanksgiving, I'm flipping through the paper and I see a picture of him, his wife and their "kids" that they have brought over from Russia. It's such a piece of crap article, talking about how God wanted them to adopt since they couldn't have their own kids, and God this and God that, and how lucky they are. I want to puke right now it was such bullshit. (oh did I happen to mention that they are very active in Church and she is a grade 3 school teacher)
Well, thats about all I can handle right now. I'm so pissed I need to go relax. I would love to hear what everyone thinks about this situation though, because I trust the wisdom that I have seen in these forums....
I was sexually abused by my brother for approximately 1 year when I was around 8 or 9 years old and he was 13. Details are fuzzy, and for a while I wasn't sure if what I was remembering was real or just a bizarre dream. Unfortunately it wasn't a dream. I remember him taking me into the bathroom (usually when my parents where grocery shopping on Thursday evenings) and making me perform oral on him until he came in my mouth. He would then leave me there gagging and telling me not to say anything otherwise he would tell on me for doing something stupid.
Fast forward to Aug 2001....my brother and his wife announce that they are planning on adopting a child. I incredibly astonished and overwhelmed by this news, but not really sure why...then I remembered what happened. After wanting to confront him and then backing down, in May of 2002, I finally confront him about it. He admits that he did do it, doesn't know why he did it but is very sorry. I let him know that I don't agree with the adoption because I fear for the safety of the children. He says that he has no intention of harming the children, he just wants to love them. He wants to go to a counselor with me so we can be "one big happy family" ( I should note that I have all total 3 brothers and 1 sister, all older than me). He agrees that we should tell our parents, which we do together (although he again dominates the entire episode with his side of what happened)We all cry and hug and I say that I feel that we should tell the remaining members of the family. Everyone agrees.
My "brother" and I attend some counseling together. The "counselor" writes the episodes off to some "childhood experimentation" and feels that although my "brother" has some control issues, he is no threat to the children that he is adopting.
Then we start talking about telling the other members of the family about what happened. And that's when all hell breaks loose. My brother, and my mom and dad, all decide that we should just keep this to ourselves. I feel more betrayed at that moment more than a I ever have felt in my life. My brother gets upset and tells me that he wishes he never would have admitted what happened, how I'm killing my parents, this is my fault, I'm just doing this to get revenge on him, blah, blah, blah.
Needless to say, that was the last time I have spoken to him. I have since spoken to my parents, several times, and my Dad has admitted that he made a mistake in judgement, and we should tell all the family and see how the chips fall. I am grateful for that and I admire him for owning up to his mistake in judgement.
My brother though...he has told my parents that I had a chip on my shoulder that last counseling session and I became angry and was yelling at him. Unfortunately, he lies. I wish I would have yelled at him. Hell, I wish I would have kicked the shit out of him right there in front of the therapist. But I won't sink to his level...not yet anyway.
Day before Thanksgiving, I'm flipping through the paper and I see a picture of him, his wife and their "kids" that they have brought over from Russia. It's such a piece of crap article, talking about how God wanted them to adopt since they couldn't have their own kids, and God this and God that, and how lucky they are. I want to puke right now it was such bullshit. (oh did I happen to mention that they are very active in Church and she is a grade 3 school teacher)
Well, thats about all I can handle right now. I'm so pissed I need to go relax. I would love to hear what everyone thinks about this situation though, because I trust the wisdom that I have seen in these forums....