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My abuser got away with it too. I was abused by a brother when I was 8. For 25 years I kept this to myself. But when I was 33 I could stand the torment no longer. I'd faced two divorces through - both marriage break-ups boiled down to my hate of sex. I reported my abuser to the Police. He was arrested and questioned. But needless to say he denied it. The Police told me they could not do anything for me, as after all this time it was his word against mine. I found myself cut off from my family, my Mother protected her child throughout - no, not me, my brother. Her first born. I was devastated, but my Doctor put me in touch with a great counsellor and gradually over the next two years helped me through things. Meanwhile, the stress of this played on my fathers mind. He blamed himself somehow, but his duty was to my Mother who tried to brainwash him into believing I was a liar. He went on to become dangerously depressed and was eventually sectioned in a Mental Health ward. I believe to this day that he starved himself to death, (four years ago) as he was sick to the pit of his stomach that this happened under his own roof, and he was totally oblivious to it. There was no happy outcome for me, and if it wasn't for the fantastic support I received from my counsellor, I don't think I would be here now.

I was abused as a child by two different men. The first was a neighbour when I was about 6 years old, the second was an uncle when I was 12.I dealt with this in my latter life through therapy. Unfortunately many men get away with this for as children we say nothing although we are the innocent parties. However, therapy allowed me to come to terms with it and made me able to speak about it with no shame. You can overcome this, I did