I just need to get this all out..If I don't...the posion that it is will consume me morethan it already has....please be patient...please don't hate me...please don't call me names

When I was in thearpy...I wrote about age four...T asked why four what is so special about the age of four....I lied...said I don't know...
I DO KNOW.......
Four is when I first learned...that I am just an object...just a piece of trash...a doll for sick and twisted people to get their pleasure from....
Four was when he molseted me....can never tell...no can never tell...
I can still feel him all over me...I can still feel his touch...I feel so sick just writing this...the warm breathe..oh god....oh god...what did I do to deserve that...
he was..is my mom's half brother...he makes me sick...glad he lives so far away.....all the times he touched me...oh god...oh god..
Then six...six...the bad girl...the bad neighbor girl...
she made me take off my clothes...made me....touched me dear god no more