To be succinct and private… My incubator worked me for weeks to build rapport and trust with me in my younger days, to get me to tell her a something that she would ultimately, and immediately use and weaponize against me and others.
This wasnt the first time I tried to have a relationship with her, but it did finally open my eyes and become the last. In the many many decades since, I’ve not so much as acknowledge her existence when crossing paths.
When I was around 2 years old I was raped by a family member several times over the course of several months. My parents decided to stay quiet about it, and never mention it again. My mind just kind of decided to shield me from it as best as it could. I shat myself everyday for years (until I was 8 years old, and moved to another country). I could not say no to any figure of authority until I was in my 30s. I had regular nightmares that I could not explain for years. Developed insane social anxiety, and hated (and I mean HATED) my sexuality for years. It took several attempts over a decade to get my mom to even admit that something might have happened. I still don’t really what happened as my mom doesn’t seem to know shit, but my dad just refuses to even be in the same room if I start talking about it.
Wow… your parents failed you and protected the one that traumatized you in some of the worst ways imaginable.
I’m so sorry.