Hi guys. I, 16F, was in a situation years ago that I'm trying to understand, but I'm having a really hard time figuring it out. Let me get into it, I'm sorry if I sound crazy.

So, when I was around eight years old, and my brother was ten, almost eleven, there was what some might call abuse going on. I think it all started when I was a bit younger, but at first he would just do little things. If I went to sit down, he would stick out his and and touch me though my pants, but it was never too gropey. It's really sick but one time he convinced me to sit on his face... without any pants or underwear on. Holy fuck that's so gross now that i say it out loud, please please please don't judge me too much. (NOTE: I used to just walk around without a shirt around the house until i was like 8, so i guess I should've seen it coming) Anyway, we moved to a new, smaller house when I was around eight, and we started playing in his room. I really loved singing, so he would play his guitar and i would sing. We would play little games and I would get piggy back rides from him. Anyway, I don't remember the first time it happened, but he started kissing me. I thought it was gross and would literally blow in his mouth (he would get so mad lol) to try and get him to stop. This went on for a little while. Then he started touching me for real. He would get me to go in the closet and would put his hands down my pants and like, yk, finger me. I didn't feel anything sexual if I'm being honest, it didn't feel good, i didn't orgasm or anything. It just kind of hurt. He would also play with me by putting like, a comb handle or something inside. He would do stuff like that with random objects, even like, tampon applicators and stuff from the bathroom. I think he used a screw driver one time. He also had me touch him, but i didn't even know what sex was, so i didn't know what to do. I wouldn't really start puberty for another three years, but he was already in it.

The thing that really bothers me though, and makes me wonder if it was actually abuse, is the fact that it was never forceful. He never MADE me do it. He didn't threaten me. He would just say, "If we do PP Time" (that's what he called it) "I'll play with you." At first i didn't want to do it, but after a while I would bring it up to him. It was like I enjoyed it, and the attention. I think I'm just a sick fuck. But I didn't have any sexual pleasure so I don't know why I would have wanted it.

What made me start thinking about it again after all these years, was when he tried to make my best friend have sex with him. We were fourteen, him sixteen. She was like, IN LOVE with him, and told him about her past CSA. As soon as he found out he started pressuring her, trying to convince her that he would kill himself if she didn't.

I'm having a really hard time with like, being there again, idk how to explain it, and i feel raw all the time. I also thought it was normal to zone out for days, but it turns out that's dissociation. But why would i dissociate if it was partly my fault? I would appreciate some input, but please don't lie to me just to be kind. I know I should have just said stop. I just want to have another few sets of eyes. Thank you so much if you read the whole thing.

Trigger warning: Sexual stuff from when I was little

Hi guys. I, 16F, was in a situation years ago that I'm trying to understand, but I'm having a really hard time figuring it out. Let me get into it, I'm sorry if I sound crazy.

So, when I was around eight years old, and my brother was ten, almost eleven, there was what some might call abuse going on. I think it all started when I was a bit younger, but at first he would just do little things. If I went to sit down, he would stick out his and and touch me though my pants, but it was never too gropey. It's really sick but one time he convinced me to sit on his face... without any pants or underwear on. Holy fuck that's so gross now that i say it out loud, please please please don't judge me too much. (NOTE: I used to just walk around without a shirt around the house until i was like 8, so i guess I should've seen it coming) Anyway, we moved to a new, smaller house when I was around eight, and we started playing in his room. I really loved singing, so he would play his guitar and i would sing. We would play little games and I would get piggy back rides from him. Anyway, I don't remember the first time it happened, but he started kissing me. I thought it was gross and would literally blow in his mouth (he would get so mad lol) to try and get him to stop. This went on for a little while. Then he started touching me for real. He would get me to go in the closet and would put his hands down my pants and like, yk, finger me. I didn't feel anything sexual if I'm being honest, it didn't feel good, i didn't orgasm or anything. It just kind of hurt. He would also play with me by putting like, a comb handle or something inside. He would do stuff like that with random objects, even like, tampon applicators and stuff from the bathroom. I think he used a screw driver one time. He also had me touch him, but i didn't even know what sex was, so i didn't know what to do. I wouldn't really start puberty for another three years, but he was already in it.

The thing that really bothers me though, and makes me wonder if it was actually abuse, is the fact that it was never forceful. He never MADE me do it. He didn't threaten me. He would just say, "If we do PP Time" (that's what he called it) "I'll play with you." At first i didn't want to do it, but after a while I would bring it up to him. It was like I enjoyed it, and the attention. I think I'm just a sick fuck. But I didn't have any sexual pleasure so I don't know why I would have wanted it.

A few years later, I would touch myself, and just be in tears while doing so. I don't know why I was doing it. It didn't feel good.

What made me start thinking about it again after all these years, was when he tried to make my best friend have sex with him. We were fourteen, him sixteen. She was like, IN LOVE with him, and told him about her past CSA. As soon as he found out he started pressuring her, trying to convince her that he would kill himself if she didn't.

I'm having a really hard time with like, being there again, idk how to explain it, and i feel raw all the time. I also thought it was normal to zone out for days, but it turns out that's dissociation. But why would i dissociate if it was partly my fault? I would appreciate some input, but please don't lie to me just to be kind. I know I should have just said stop. I just want to have another few sets of eyes. Thank you so much if you read the whole thing.