When I was eight years old my eldest brother abused me. I've kept it silent for decades. Finally I spoke to my psicologist about it and months later confronted him about it. He of coarse told me I was crazy and it never happened. When I spoke to him months later he declared I was a little bratty drama queen and always had been. My mother knows all this information but I've asked her not to speak to him about it because as adults we should be able to figure it out on our own. But she always talks about how great his relationship is with the rest of the family. Her most recent comment when I tried to walk away: he's still my son, humor me. 

How can he be her son when he did this to me? How can she not be angry at him? Why do I get told to get over it when he is the one threatening and still being verbally abusive towards me?