Thanks guys. I just wish I could agree and say it wasn't my fault but it was different. There wasn't a grownup we were both kids. I didn't always say no, and yeah he made me when I did but he never hit me. When it hurt he said sorry. There were times I was so scared I couldn't move and wasn't even in my body anymore but there were times I liked it and then times I didn't care what he did I just wanted him to love me. I let it go on until almost high school and when everything first started it was the first thing I even remember. I gave being innocent way. I just can't get over how completely disgusting I feel.

I feel like if it wasn't OK my parents would have stopped it. They knew it was happening, they pretended it didn't but they knew and they still let him sleep in my bed. Every holiday every birthday every sleepover everytime. They didn't stop it, just punished us if they found us but they let him go up to my room. I don't understand how I'm supposed to feel.

The worst thing is we're related. I can't look at my body without thinking about what it's done.