Ok when I was about 12, my younger brother was 8. We have 4 older siblings too but they had all moved out or where in high school by then. My brother and I used to be home alone all the time and we were very close. One day, I can't remember why or how but we started kissing and feeling each other up over the clothes. it happened about 3-5 times over maybe 1-2 years - that I remember. Sometimes he would feel my breasts and once he asked if he could see them and I let him. I used to rub his penis over his clothes, i used to ask him if I could feel it under the clothes or see it and he said no and I respected that. I don't know why we did this. over this time , I got my first (and only) boyfriend. I was never ever physical with him, we kissed on the cheek a few times and that's it. I got teased for being frigid and I broke up with him.
Later I dated a girl and we were very intimate but we broke up due to my mental health issues, which arose when I was about 14. I self harmed, was in and out of psych wards for suicide attempts and developed anorexia. I started abusing drugs when I was 17. Since my girlfriend and I broke up when I was 16, I haven't dated anyone else, I have had no interest in it. Flashbacks to the stuff I did with my brother would constantly bring up guilt and worthlessness.
When I was 19 I was at a party, incredibly sober for the first time in my life and 3 of my friends admitted to have being sexually assaulted. It was then that I had a crystallising moment and realised I was abused when I was younger but I didn't know who or when or anything.. I started abusing drugs , drinking and just being generally reckless. I tried to kill myself a few times but no one even knew - it was small overdoses and I would wake up every time. I was experiencing random flashbacks and I had eventually linked them to my childhood friends house, that I was friends with for ages 4-8. I became friends with a guy and we ended up havin sex (my first time in my adult life) but during that I had such horrific, graphic flashbacks. II ended up as an involuntary patient in an adult mental health unit. my mum read my diary in which I had written the details of my flashbacks . She told me when she was younger she was sexually abused.
Fastforward to now, I have linked the rape flashbacks together and I'm fairly certain I know when and what happened but I also don't have any physical proof so I don't know if I believe it. I have nightmares and fear of men. looking back over the years, being raped would explain a lot. I never liked sleepovers, if I did sleepover somewhere I would have to get myself absolutely wasted to the point where I would pass out on my friends backyard. It would explain why I did what I did to my brother.
Did I assault my brother? he is now 17 and has had several serious girlfriends and is sexually active with his current girlfriend. We never ever talk about what happened. I hope he doesn't remember, he was young enough to forget (I hope). Is it possible my brain is making up the rape incidents to try lessen my guilt/blame over what happened with my brother. I'm aware that I was older but it was consensual on both our parts. we have a very Christian family, I didn't even find out what an erection was until I was 14. I didn't understand what sexual intercourse was until then either.