I was sexually abused by a family member from 6 to about 10. My body betrayed me, it liked it. Not the physical part, but I obsessed over that later. The attention, the one-on-one, the closeness.., it was so rewarding. Then the rejection, I was not cool enough, I was too needy. The family member moved on to the younger sibling. He was the favorite. The family member it would turn out was sexually abused by a landlord when she was about 4. My parents did not know, how could they, it was 1960's, that sort of thing was not talked about, much less cared for or therapy.

My parents were physical punishers. I remember intense pain, bruises, heat rashes and blood. My father was told by an older sibling she was afraid of him. He took her into another room and beat her.