Why is it that rape is worse than incest? How come a one-time incident (for most) is worse than the repeated abuse of trust and love that is incest?

Why is it that, when you tell a family member of a rape, they are filled with incessant rage and a need for justice; but when you tell them of incest, they minimize it, tell you you're lying, making it up, or exaggerating what was probably just "childish experimentation"?

Why do they protect you at all costs from strangers, especially the ones who've hurt you, but insist on allowing your abuser into your life, your home, your mind, your sanity?

Why do they assume that random rapists are purely evil but a perpetrator of incest is simply misguided, when it can so easily be the other way around? Why is it that they seek punishment for the rapists, but help for the incestuous?

Aren't we, as the victims, the ones who should be getting help? Who deserve help, just for surviving? If so, then why is it that, instead of help, we're subjected to torture?

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There is nothing in this world that I despise more than my brother--being around him, thinking of him, knowing that he's alive and happy while I'm dissociative and miserable! He is the only person on the face of the earth that I could feasibly imagine myself murdering; and that's not such a far stretch of the imagination. When he's around, I'm automatically stuck in survival mode. Koda (our protective alter) comes out, and she is NOT one you want to f*** with. It's almost enticing, like she's waiting for him to pick a fight, like he always does, to give her a reason to hurt him, get him out of our lives forever so we can truly, finally be safe. Even when he's not around, the burden of his violence is so great...we worry incessantly about who his next victim may be (or how many other victims he's already had). We see it in his personality, in his eyes...We cannot be legally responsible for anyone else he hurts, yet we WILL be...how can we not warn people, tell them how much of a monster he is, that they should proceed at their own peril? I speak like Victor Frankenstein, lamenting upon the monster he created; yet his monster was born of his own doing, and was in truth docile in nature. Mine was born thus, and is not (and most likely has never been) docile in any form.