I am a victim of COCSA as well as SSA. It was by my older brother. It happened when I was 7 and he was 9. The memory is hazy but I still think about it whenever I learn new words about what happened to me. All I remember was sleeping in one of those inflatable beds at my house while it was a party, I remember wearing a SpongeBob nightgown that reached to my knees. He slept next to me and all I remember was him trying to kiss me. I pushed him away and turned the other way but he still kept insisting. I didn’t want to wake my parents up so I did it and fell asleep. Little did I know that it was just the start of something terrible. Weeks later I moved into my own room and he would come in randomly and hang out with me, one night when I was sleeping he came up in my bed and pushed himself against me, I didn’t know what was happening and I froze in fear pretending to be asleep thinking he’d leave me alone. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case, he proceeded to do things to my body such as foundling my breast while doing something to himself, I was frozen in fear and didn’t move until he left the room. Every couple of weeks he’d come into my room and do the same thing over and over again and each time I stayed still. I never attempted to tell anyone out of fear so I stayed quiet. Then one day when my parents weren’t home he proceeded to do something different then usual. He forced himself onto me as I was watching tv and my parents walked in as he did. I laid there frozen in place not knowing what to do and my dad grabbed my brother and my mom grabbed me and took us to separate rooms. She asked me all sorts of questions of what my brother was doing and all I could say was “he did nothing” I don’t know why I didn’t confess to them then and there but all I could say was that nothing happened and that I was okay. I thought if I had told them the truth they’d take him away or even kill him, I don’t know why but a little part of me still saw him as my brother. They eventually dropped it and forgot about it but I never did, he proceeded to do it to me for a couple months, I only “allowed” it for one reason and one reason only. I had a little sister, and I was Afraid if he didn’t get to me he would get to her. Eventually when I was around the age 14 I grew the courage to tell him to stop and told him I don’t want him to do this to me anymore, he got upset and walked away and I was just scared. I didn’t know what to do. I told myself that I would never let him touch my little sister or I would hurt him. But I don’t know why I allowed him to do it to me for so long. I hate thinking how much he hurt me. He recently apologized for his actions (I’m now 21 and he’s 23) and all I could do was stare at him blankly while looking away, I just didn’t respond. I’ve never told anyone this besides my significant other and my sister. I hate it. I wish I can tell him how broken he made me for years, the fear I went through every night. How I still shake at the thought of being in a room alone with him. A part of me doesn’t hate him because he’s my brother, but another part can’t forgive him because he was suppose to be my brother.