Sometimes I just want to forget about it but I can’t because I have to live with the person that did it to me. My own brother. The both of us decides to go to a friends party. We knew pretty much everyone there so there were no surprises. Halfway through the party my brother had one yo many drinks. Someone thought that it would be fun to locked us in a room together. I passed out and really don’t remember anything. It wasn’t until a couple of days later that my bother had told me what had happened. I didn’t want to believe him but I had the marks on me and he was the only one in the room with me. By the time I told my parents it was to late. I found out I was having a child. I was 15 at the time my brother being 17. I made the decision to keep the child. I’m 18 now, and have a wonderful daughter. She doesn’t know who the father is and I’m afraid to tell her. I still love my brother and all but our relationship has forever changed. Thanks for reading my story.
— Alyssa
Dear Alyssa – You are so brave for sharing your story here. I am honored to have been able to read it. The decision to tell your daughter who her father is will undoubtedly be a very challenging one and one that only you can make. I very much hope you have been able to find a support system both to raise your daughter and to support you as you work through your own trauma. Your feelings about your brother are absolutely not for others to judge and I admire you for being open about them. They may yet evolve over time and that’s ok too. You are so strong and I hopr that you and your daughter will lead the life full of love and happiness that you deserve. Sending so much love to you both. Alexis