Ok, my home life has never been the best. My brother has some severe mental issues, autism, bipolar disorder, asperges, and epilepsy etc. My dad, my birth dad was and still Is bipolar; he was just much worse then but that's a different story. My mom was dealing with abuse and later trauma from my dad as well as taking care of my brother. You know the saying "the squeaky wheel gets the oil," as my mom says. So i...I guess I craved attention more than I ever knew I ever did. So I looked to my dad from it and he...let's say he is the best at positive affection. So I was so happy when my older cousin played with my brother and I. I was happy he plaid attention to me. That he didn't yell at me, I wasn't afraid of him. We played video games, we danced, and watched TV and movies. So when he suggested my brother and I play a game... under the blanket. I kinda forgot about it though I would recall the fact that it happened and try to bury it cause it was painful. And when I was ten my friend's brother held me down to her and his bed... he did something similar to my other friend.I guess I didn't think it was that big of a deal. My parents never called the police, never said he couldn't come over, and didn't really do much about it. Though my mom has always been more lenient of men with mental issues. Like with my touchy uncle , who gives me anxiety attcks, he's an alcoholic with brain problems. He's only ever that touchy with me. Now guys make know me nervous even the ones Ik.
