When I was 16, my mothers ex husband woke me up in the middle of the night, told me to remove my bra, stood there while I removed my bra while my pj tank top was still on, he ripped the bra and left my room. Later on, after I had fallen asleep, I woke up and his hands were on my breasts. I pretended to be asleep. The next day, my sister asked me what happened to the bra, I only told her about the first part. Her friend was there and said it was disgusting. I kept the entire thing from my mom, she only found 10 years later when they were going through a divorce and my sister mentioned it to her. I think about this all the time, feeling disgusted with myself for not telling anyone. Even my sister. I was a deep sleeper back then, now I’m lucky to average 4 hours a night.