It's still really hard for me to talk about this. I didn't even tell my mom about it until two years after it happened or my best friend until I knew her for a few years. Even after years of therapy, even after all this time has passed, it's still hard.
When I was sixteen, my stepfather raped me. My mom was gone to visit her sister for something and I couldn't go because I had school. I wasn't scared, I wasn't wary of him, so it came completely by surprise. I still can't talk about it in detail, but for years after, I was so ashamed, I couldn't say anything. And because of that, he kept doing it.
Finally, after a while of dealing with my stepfather's raping, of blaming myself, of feeling ashamed, I finally couldn't take it anymore. I told my mother everything, I yelled everything actually, because I was so angry, I was so hurt, but more importantly, I was so scared that she'd blame me. I was so scared that she wouldn't want to touch me anymore because her husband was cheating on her with me. I was so wrong. She just started crying and then she held me and started telling me how sorry she was. She didn't want to see it, she wouldn't let herself see it, and because of that I suffered. And then I just started crying, and we were this big crying mess.