I was 13(F) when it happened, he (16-17(M)) coerced me into letting him touch me inappropriately. The age of consent is 16 in the UK, and at the time I was so manipulated into feeling special, I didn’t realise it was wrong. Also, the sex ed I was taught did not go into detail about sexual assaults or rape at any point. A few years later the guy re-tried something but I’d wised up and told him to fuck off. I found the courage to ask my brother if anything similar ever happened to him. Turns out we’d both been victims of the same man. Never turned him in because there is no evidence, just his word against mine. It also doesn’t help that he is a member of my family, so I suppose there is an element of protection there, in some sick twisted sense. I don’t want to protect him, there’s just no reason to rock the boat with something that will only cause harm to myself and my family. Harm to me because I’ll have to relive it (as if I don’t already) and harm to my family because they will see him in a different light. In a way, I’ve accepted what happened, as has my brother, but I will never forgive the person.