I've been thinking about making this post for a while now, but it's really hard for me because I've only ever told a few people in my life, and I've never even told my parents. I think it might be cathartic though, so here goes.


When I was in the fourth and fifth grade my parents got divorced (literally the best thing that ever happened to me) and during the divorce itself my dad was living with his mom. To make some extra cash she rented out rooms to two brothers. One was always really nice, and eventually moved out and moved on with his life. The other brother stayed and was kind of a deadbeat. He also molested me. I never told anyone because I felt so guilty about it. I didn't really know what was going on, and I thought it was my fault. To this day I still feel guilty about it, although to be fair, I feel guilty about everything. He used to lure me into his room with candy, and being an 8-9 year old, I took the bait. Every time, I would fall for it which is why I thought it was my fault for so long. One time he actually tried to rape me, but I realized something was wrong and started yelling and he took off. I'm not really sure what I hope to accomplish with this post, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately so I felt I need to do something or talk about it with someone, and I consider you guys my friends kind of.

That was really depressing so I will now post a space cat gif