I honestly thought I was over this after all the years but somehow today on a day when I was already feeling low I saw one of my abusers and realized I've not really moved past the trauma. I feel trapped because they are family and coming forward with my truth would really hurt people who I mean no harm to. Especially his sister who adores him. I also hate that the story would also bring aspects of me that I don't think my family will understand given that victim blaming is very present in my family. This man is one year older than me but has been violent with me since we were kids. My earliest memories of him are him being verbally abusive then physically violent. He walked in on me getting dressed few times when I was in my early teens and only now that I'm older I realized those were not accidents. The sexual harassment and assault started in my late teens into early adulthood. I feel like he groomed me to fear him I always felt like fighting him off or saying no would get me physically hurt. I hate myself for having to pretend to enjoy the abuse and how it warped my idea of who I am and what I deserve. In in my late twenties and I know if I was in a room alone with him I'd definitely agree to stuff I don't want cause I'm still afraid of him and he takes me back to that terrified preteen. While I've experienced abuse from so many men this one hurts more cause I have to experience him through family and can't speak out so I'm doomed to feel trapped and unseen. I hate how small he makes me feel, how he makes me feel dirty and broken and trapped.