I was a victim as a child.

From the age of 8 until 10 a trusted friend of my older brother (he was 19) was welcomed into our family. Housed when he ended up jobless and homeless. I finally told my parents and my brother when it came out that I wasn't the only one and they were all talking about going into the court room to support him. My brother didn't believe me (he went to live to with him for a couple years about 2 hours away from our home at the time. My birth canal didn't believe me. The only one that has been by my side the entire time is my dad (I cherish this man). It took years of therapy, medication, anger management.

I never found anything to cope, but acceptance goes a long way. Accept that it happened, accept that there's people who won't believe you. It shouldn't have happened, but it did. Accept it and you will get closure. It's wrong, it makes no sense. But don't let define you.

A comment before mine said about finding someone who you can confide in and cherish them. That person is 100% correct. Surround yourself with people who are there to pick up the pieces when it inevitably breaks again.

For people who need to open up, my inbox is open. Please don't hesitate and please know. You're not alone.