I feel like my incest wasn't valid.
It wasn't violent, but my body shakes and burns and aches when I remember it. I have PTSD. During my childhood, it was subtle, focused on inappropriate commentary. During teenage years, it finally progressed into touch. Only happened once. I forgot about it for five years, recovered the memory on a random day with no clear trigger aside from severe stress I think. He gives me presents and says he cares about me. I still live with him. He's sometimes violent but never tried to touch me again. I am chronically ill and cannot afford all my medical expenses, so he pays for most stuff. I want to move out but don't have the money and also know I'll feel guilty for leaving him alone.