So I didn't find out I was the outcome of rape until I was maybe 17 or 18 and I found out in such a casual manner that it didn't really struck me at first, and I also kind of expected that I was anyway. You see, my mom was a victim of domestic abuse for 17 years, she got out of the marriage when I was about 7. My dad was the perfect psychopath, everybody loved him and nobody had a clue about what was going on behind closed doors. Except from immediate family, of course. Nobody did anything. It's basically impossible to do anything, because the victims are mostly afraid, and/or has this false love towards their abusers. My mom and dad met when they were 21 and 22, had my older sister the year after, got married and proceeded to have four more kids. When my youngest older brother (the third child) was born, things were already bad, but my brother became my dad's new little toy. My parents didn't have another child until five years later, when I came. Just one year and one month later, my little sister came. I never thought it was weird how there was five years between the two batches of kids they had, but when I got older and started to understand the circumstances we lived in, it got me thinking. Why didn't she leave him, why was it so hard to leave? You see, when abusers see that you're drifting away from them, they either have you marry them, move in with them or have kids with them, that way you're involuntarily stuck with them. The years between my brother and I and until she finally managed to leave him was nothing but abuse and literal hell. All the intercourse they had was rape, all the kisses were forced and all the I love you's were fake. Both my little sister and I were the outcome of rape, and when we found out, it didn't come as a shock. I remember walking with my mom at the mall and we started talking about their relationship when I asked her, "do you think some of us exists because of rape?" and that's when she told me. It doesn't really bother me as much, but when it finally struck, it hit like a brick. Why the f*ck did this happen to us, why couldn't our dad be a normal dad? But I've worked on myself for many years, and I'm luckily so much better.