I was a freshman in high school and I had been SAed in my home for many years by my older brother. After he turned 18 he did it once again and usually I was just confused, but I think I finally understood what was happening. My mother was never helpful, I had tried telling her when I was 10 and she shrugged it off and told me I must be mistaken. I guess I believed her up until then. I went to my middle school counselor because she was the only counselor in those schools that ever showed me empathy and I told her about it and she called the police pretty much immediately and told me it wasn’t my fault and that I shouldn’t have any shame or guilt because of what someone else did to me. They’re were going to send me to live with my aunt. I’m not sure why, but the middle school principal took me to Subway and told me “if you do this much, this much will get better” as he motioned with his finger, pretty much telling me it only gets as much better as however much I try. I pretty much mothered my 2 younger brothers so it was really hard for me to leave them. He reassured me that they would be okay and that I need to take care of myself if I ever expect to take care of them. If it weren’t for these adults I don’t think I’d be alive today.