For the past 6 months ive been going to a sexual assult therapist. shes been very helpful, supportive and amazing. i tell her almost everything. shes helping me get threw what my brother did to me. im so glad that i told someone about what happened, if i never did i wouldve never met elizabeth. A few weeks ago i told my mom about what my brother did. she didnt believe me but then she started blaming me, saying i let it happen. right now i dont care. ive been going threw so much. ive only had elizabeth support me threw all this. i lost my job, have no friends and the depression is getting so bad. i sit home all day on facebook i go out once a week. since mom doesnt know about the therapy ive been lying to her telling her i have interviews and such. im moving next week and im sorta excited. im sick of this house. its got the memories of abuse when i was little and the abuse from my brother. im glad to be moving. i dont know why im posting this, theres really no point.