Eventually, it got too much when I was in my final year of school, so at 16 I finally told my mom what happened all those years ago. She was shocked and cried, and she must have told my dad, but he didn’t bring up the subject with me. Neither of my parents could handle it emotionally, so they shut down and chose not to deal with the matter, not even speaking about it at all for more than 3 years. I woke up screaming from yet another nightmare, and it all came out again, this time with the feeling of anger and resentment that they didn’t acknowledge anything when I told them the first time.
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