Scared

The older brother that abused me when I was younger is getting out of jail tomorrow and I'm just so worried that things are going to go back to the way they were before. I feel like I'm back to being the scared little girl waiting for him to come into her room agian. I've been trembling all day and I just don't know what to do. He drinks a lot and he blacks out when he does so I'm worried that he won't be able to control himself or something when he moves back in with us....

stay safe, report any unacceptable behavior including calling for help from police if need be. i wish you well...

Too bad you couldn't move out with another family member. Have you asked? Maybe if your old enough you could move out on your own. Do what is best for you!! There are alot of places that will help victiums get out of the situation they are in. There are support groups everywhere for survivors. I recomend getting in a support group if you can they are 95 percent of the time free. If you can't get out the same house that he will be living in. Then anytime that he seems like hes angry or drunk go in your room and lock the door. Make sure you have a phone with you just incase he gets in. Be safe and do what is best for you. Take care!!

(((Undertaker))) - I'm sorry you're scared and you're justified to feel this way. I wonder WHY are your parents letting him move back in the house?? If he's old enough to go to jail then he's old enough to live alone. He can go on social assistance and live independently. If you have no choice, then ask for a lock on your door and don't be alone with him. Call 911 if he seems threatening. I suggest you tell your school principal that your offender is being allowed to move back home - this shouldn't be allowed and this makes me mad.

the same thing happened to me. i have two older brothers, the one is 8 years older than me and the other is 5 years older than me.
the oldest beat me until i was 16, if it weren't for the teachers and counselor at school he would have killed me.
anyway i filed charges against him, the police told me if i didn't file charges the next time he sees me i will be in a body bag.
when i filed charges my oldest bro never touched me again.
my older brother, the last time he beat me was 3 months before my wedding, and the reason that stopped was because my hubby told his father, and his father told my ma if your son ever beats your daughter again i will call the cops.
i think for your brother him being in jail might make him realize that it was wrong what he did to you.
if he ever lays a hand on you again, call the cops don't even think twice about it. (((hugs)))

My mom has always tried to help him and in doing so she's pretty much babied him and she thinks that she's doing the right thing by giving him a place to live. She also doesn't know that he molested me when I was younger, but he's drunk of his *** right now so I'm having to keep an eye on him. It makes me mad that even though she suspected that he had done something to me, she leaves me alone with him...

So he wasn't in jail for abusing you? Your mother doesn't know what he did? Do the police know he abused you? If not, did you tell anyone about the abuse?

If he's gotten clean away with it, I'm really, seriously afraid for you. If you've never told anyone in authority before, I hope you will now.

[quote=roadrunnerbeepbeep;2137318]So he wasn't in jail for abusing you? Your mother doesn't know what he did? Do the police know he abused you? If not, did you tell anyone about the abuse?quote]

He was in jail for drugs and violation of parol. I've told my best friend that I was abused but I never said who did it. I haven't told anyone about my brother doing that to me, but so far he hasn't even said much to me. He's been too busy getting high and drunk with his friends.

you shouldnt have to live like that. can you get out?

you need to tell her. are you afraid to tell her because you think she wont do anything about it or not believe you?

When I was a girl I was allowed to ride my bike to the top of the street where there was a stop sign, saying to my self 'if only I could get off this street everything would be okay'. This was a very abusive home (adopted parents) and I so longed to find a place that was safe. In my mind that would be to return to my bio parents. (open adoptions are the worst kind). I made my way back to my bio parents, what a nightmare that turned out to be. My father, the abusive drunk and mother was victimized emotionally, physically so at 12 years old I became my mothers protector. When my father pushed my mother I would push him back and when he hit my mother I would hit him back and lock him out of the house and would call the police who knew him very well. But mother would always take him back. My father tried to kill me on 3 separate occasions.
Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night to find him standing over me I would pretend to be asleep as he would gawk over me for a while & walk away this made me scared so I started to sleep with a knife between the mattress, until one night I was awaken with a pillow over my face and finding it difficult to breathe he applied more pressure, luckily he was standing over me so I was able to get up and kick him out of my room, had he been sitting on top of me I probably wouldn't be here. I told mother the next day but she was dependant on him and did nothing. I tried to protect her every time he started with her I would get between them get him to chase me and he did. I ran to my room he took the locks off the doors so I pushed something heavy to block my door, trying to call the police he kicked in the door and pulled the phone cord out of the wall and wrapped it around my neck I was able to get a couple of fingers between the cord and my neck. My father was a sloppy drunk, not very strong or stable on his feet when he was drunk. He looked at me and he wished I would die but I was a fighter and I was strong, stronger then he and got away. The police came and took him away but it would be for a few days and he would be back. While he was gone my mother was opening to think about making him leave yet being co dependant, mentally unstable this was difficult for her so I told her I cant live like this so he moved out and only came around when I wasn't home. I started to stay with friends a few houses down where I could get away from the drama. I didn't know that while I was away, daddy was home.
The last time I saw my father was when I returned home for a change of clothes and he was there a fight ensued and I got him out of the house and locked the doors and was calling the police and he walked straight threw the living room window with a wild look on his face I was so scared because I had nowhere to run or hide I heard the police sirens and my father ran away the police started to surround the neighborhood and he was found all bloody and cut up hiding in the bushes. Now he was gone and within this 2 year period I became an adult child.
By 14 and wanting to be an adult I allowed myself to be sexually victimized by an older man who was 22. He allowed me to think that I was in control and that made me feel like an adult, so I gave myself to him and enjoyed it, I thought that by giving him my body he would buy me clothes and food and eveything was great.(I know better now)
I got pregnant at 14 and my mothers illness got so bad I had to put her in the hospital and now I became dependant on this older man and it was not so great after all. I ended up living with him at his parents house. I was so glad to become emancipated by a judge who against better judgment signed the paperwork. I looked forward to having a baby, I would love this child and give her everything I never had. Somehow in my mind at 14 this child was going to be my salvation out of a miserable childhood. I got married to this man. John.
3 days after my daughter was born my father hit a telephone pole and survived the accident however when he got out of the van to check for damage he didn't survive the multiple vehicles' that hit him and left the scene, almost every bone in his body was broken and his head swelled to the size of a pumpkin. Karma isn't kind. I did not go to his funeral, no regrets. A year later my mother died in the psych ward in the hospital, her death, undetermined.(16 and on my own with a daughter).
3 months after my daughter was born my now husband was sent out for groceries and he was gone for along time and when he got back he was all sweaty and nervous and all he got was frozen dinners! Well a family friend worked security for a apartment complex nearby and was over the house at the time my husband came home. Within 10 minutes my life changed. There was a armed sexual assault of a 14 year old girl at the complex and of course my daughters father stopped by and told the police that he saw someone fleeing the scene so he gave them contact information. Well my husband who was now almost 24 and I was 15 1/2 took off his shirt I saw scratch/more like claw marks all over his back and elsewhere I knew something was wrong. The next day he dropped me and my daughter off at a doctor visit and never came back. I waited for 5 hours and then my in-laws picked us up and said John was being held at the police station and admitted to the assault on the girl.
I was now on my own at 15 with a child and little education. Devastated and confused I didn't understand how he could do this to me I loved him and stayed loyal to him for 2 years while he was incarcerated however as his parole date was getting close my mind started to shift. I knew I had to get away before he got back. So with little education at 17 I decided to go to bartending school. Legally you can work in a bar as bartender just no drinking.
I saw an ad in the paper for a single mother looking to share apartment. It was a one bedroom apartment so I had a fold out coach and a crib in a apartment I felt safe. However....

I want to hear the rest of your story Hdaisy.

why is your brother not going to a half way house??????

Because he's become so dependent on us. He doesn't want to try and do anything for himself. He's completely useless.

I would also love to hear the rest of your story happiedasiy