I was sexually abused by my brother from as young as I can remember until I was 12. I never told anyone until telling my aunt in 10th grade. She supported me. I could not tell my mom because she was physically abusive and she scared me. My brother went to prison in January 2005 for molesting my niece. I finally got the urge to share my story with my mother. She basically called me a liar. She wanted specific dates and instances. She even went as far as to say, "What is your church and psychologist feeding you?" This tore me apart. I struggle now because I want a mother in my life, but I don't feel that my mom even loves me. My brother is jailed for at least 18 years. I'm just hurting over everything. It's a part of me that will never go away. I feel sick.
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