I didn't tell anyone because that's how I grew up (from the age of 2). My brother told me he loved me. So all those years, through pain and fear I believed him. But something in me knew and I tried to block things out. I saw shadows and people, had nightmares while awake. I thought that if I could just enfold myself in the wall that he wouldn't get to me. I'd get nose bleeds for no reason. fever sores, and urinary infections (the family doc told my mom "not to let her sit on cold stone surfaces, or wet grass) and I'd split my lips to make them bleed, eventually I self-mutilated went nuts self medicated (LSD, speed) became a JW went considerably more nuts and quite interestingly violent, much to the chagrin of dub parents at the Hall I taught all of the little girls how to scream really loud, finally saw a psychiatrist went to college, left the borg, left the country.