Sarah at Writing posted about her sister and their relationship. Reading her post and others' comments made me think about my own sister and how we have dealt with everything over the years.
I am the oldest of 4 children. 2 boys and 2 girls. My sister is 5 years younger than me. When I found out our father had abused her, too, I felt guilty. Should I have known? And should I have done something to protect her? If I had reported my father, then he would not have abused her
But I was only about 9 when he started abusing her. I was just a kid myself, trying to survive. I didn't understand what was being done to me. I was not responsible. It was not my fault.
But still ...
My head understands. My heart, not so much.
My sister and I are different. We have different personalities. We handled the aftermath, the work of healing, the years since the abuse, differently. But we support each other. We understand each other.
And I go to sleep at night, knowing that there is at least one other person in this world who knows exactly how I feel.