AITAH for not reaching out to my brother or trying to rebuild our relationship when I'm simply not ready to?
I'm a 21M and my older brother is 31M.
For some backstory: he used to be the intimidator of the household. He was obsessed with the gym, went to parties, and dreamed of becoming a bodybuilder. But when he wasn't doing that, he'd rough-house me, yell at me, and blame me for things I didn't do, sometimes just because he thought it was funny. On top of that, our home was already chaotic: my mother was a workaholic and abusive, my father was an alcoholic and absent, and we shared a two-bedroom apartment with my aunt and cousins. I thought this was all normal until a school counselor in middle school told me it wasn't. It was abuse. For the first time I felt seen, and it completely shattered my understanding of what was and wasn't safe.
To gloss over a lot: my mother, father, and brother eventually changed, they became less abusive. The problem? It happened too fast. Because I had grown so accustomed to the abuse, I was always waiting for the peace to collapse back into the toxic environment I'd grown up in. I was stuck in survival mode. I was used to conditional love, yelling, and being woken up in the middle of the night, not sudden unconditional love and safety. They all healed through religion, but I still carried my scars and barely had time to process mine.
This led to suicide attempts on my part. After everything I'd been through, I was exhausted and couldn't see a future for myself. My family — especially my brother — didn't see it that way. They accused me of "purposely carrying the past" and wallowing in self-pity instead of moving on. My brother once shouted at me in his gym that my attempts were selfish and "not of God."
Fast forward to today: I got my own phone number, off his plan. He wasn't fully angry about it, more of a silent annoyance. The apartment we live in is under his name because the job market is rough (I'm an unemployed college student) and my father has no Tax ID. But ever since my brother moved out, I've been able to slowly heal. I realized I don't want to text him, and I definitely don't want to go to his house.
He still has the keys and shows up unannounced, which makes me flinch every time. I've recognized I have PTSD tied to him. My heart races the moment I sense his presence. I haven't reached out in three months.
This morning he showed up unannounced with his wife to check mail (he never bothered to update his mailing address). As I was heading to class, I heard him say from behind me, "Maybe text me every once in a while, yeah?" I white-lied back with "I'll try," but my heart dropped. I know his pattern, he'll pull my mother into it, and they'll sit me down for a "talk" that's really just judgment dressed up in religious justification.
So, Reddit — AITAH for not reaching out to my brother or trying to rebuild our relationship when I personally am not ready to?