I started an earlier thread, but I think I wrote too much and got few replies. It was just that I had never shared any of this and when I started typing more and more just kept coming. I appreciate the previous feedback. I am trying my best to accept the kind of support I see in this forum and move on…but I can't let it go.
Let me try to keep this simpler. But words fail me due to shame and fear when I try to write specifics. I don't know if the specifics would make it sounds worse or not as bad. There were some inappropriate events with my sister. She's younger, but by less than two years. Actually, I think at first it was te sort of thing people here would say was childhood curiosity. Not very many times, never coercive, never saying something like "don't tell anyone," but only initiated by me. I cannot remember it all perfectly. But sadly I think the final event was before I was 16 or maybe that old (I hate writing that). It's decades later now.
I feel like I had a different mind then because I feel like only decades later did I really begin to see those events as much worse. Earlier I knew that it was bad, but I feel like I didn’t quite understand it. I wanted to be like we were when we were little kids, just mutually curious. It’s like I feel like as others became socialized adolescents I was isolated socially and kind of was stuck wishing for that earlier stage, but combined with the hormones of an adolescent. But being a late bloomer doesn’t excuse it…
As I got older, I sort of wished I could do research on my behavior and learn that it was just normal exploration. I would research things and look for solace — like the fact that our ages were close or that I never used coercion — that she never seemed to feel badly about me. She still talks about cherishing growing up together, we've always been close. But I also remember feeling like I did wrong at that time and years later. But it was in a confused way. Like I both knew I was wrong and at the same time didn’t know better.
My problem now is that as I got older and learned new ways to see things, the more I became convinced that it was worse than I thought. And not just normal. It’s like at the end of a movie with a twist ending: “it is me who was the monster all along!” If anything happens, like if I have conflict with a parent (which I do a lot with one if them) I wonder — am I resented because she really knows about this unspoken past? If I am ever out of touch with my sister I wonder if that is the reason (but when asked about this she always says it is her, not me and that I am great). I wonder if one day there will be a blow-up and I’ll just discover that I am at the root of all of our family’s problems.
I know that I destroyed a part of myself…I just pray that she is really just as ok as she appears to be about this. I wish I had understood back then. I wish I had found solace on this forum that I was just a normal, confused or curious kid. But wishing isn't reality.
I think it would hurt people around me to talk about this to them, it’s better to keep it in with them since it won’t fix anything. I am just sometimes lost in a bad place. Sorry, my post was still too long again.