u/Kiryus_Left_Fist

Sooo I just told my brother that I was bisexual yesterday. He just didn't seem to care although I was happy that I found another piece of myself! But I am also a lesbian. He asked "How can you even be a lesbian if you're non-binary? Aren't you supposed to be a woman for that?" And today, he called me his "sister". I stared at him, and he said "What?" I told him that I was non-binary... Again. He said "So what am I supposed to say? My them-ster? My sister that's a theythem? What do I even say???"

I can't tell my mother about me being non-binary because she's very, very religious. Throughout the years, she's always told me that I'll go to hell, and how she'll never show up to my wedding if I ever marry a woman. She has always judged my outfits, and even tried forcing me to wear feminine things. She's very open about her disliking the lgbtq+ community. She even said that I wasn't her daughter when I came out as a lesbian to her last year (I was still a girl then). It broke me... I even cried in my brother's arms.

So now, I have to listen to my mom tell people "Yeah, my daughter" this, and "she" that. And I don't even correct her because I don't want to deal with her yelling at me... :(

Hello! I'm new to reddit, but I just need to say what happened to me.

I feel like I'm lying to myself. I feel like I'm exaggerating...

I was either 8 or 9 when this happened. My mom left my brother and I alone at home because she had to work to provide for us. I don't even remember the day... That's one reason why I feel like I'm lying to myself, because I don't even remember the date or my own age when it happened..

My brother is two years older than me.

We were left alone, and I was feeling sleepy. So, I went to sleep on the couch. Unfortunately, I woke up and felt something... I don't want to get into detail... I'm just going to say that my brother was doing something that he definitely shouldn't have been doing to me. I didn't know if it was a dream. I didn't even know that it was SA at the time! But I never told my mom...

Years later, I thought about that day every single day. It changed my behavior. It took years for me to realize that it was SA.

So, maybe in October, or maybe even November or 2025, I finally broke down about it to my mother. She's been noticing that whenever my brother walks past me, I flinch and move a little. She closed her room door, and made me tell her. So I did. But the thing is... She didn't even react to it. She said that he was my brother, and he's the only family I got. “God won’t forgive you if you don't forgive him.” “Hes a boy. When boys find out what's in-between their legs, they want to explore.” THEN, she went on to tell me about HER experiences! She even went off topic! I was in shock... How could she say that? It's like she didn't even care! After I cried the entire Niagra Falls out of my eyes, she asked my brother if it was true. He kept denying it. He denied it... Repeatedly... To her face. I KNOW that he was lying. How could he deny it? SHE BELIEVED HIM!! Then, she made us hug. I had to hug the person who harmed me years ago. It will go down as the worst day of my life.

Now that I'm 15, I still feel uncomfortable around him. I just can't wait to move out and go non-contact. Hopefully... If that day ever comes.