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It was not until I saw my first episode of "The Oprah Winfrey Show" that I realized that I was abused. Around the age of 7, my older brother was babysitting me, my brother, and sister (both younger than me). My older brother knew (like other children) that I loved candy. He told me I would get a piece of candy if I would lay down on the floor. I proceeded to do what he wanted me to do. While I was lying on the floor telling my brother "See mommy says I keep it nice and clean". He proceeded to pull down his pants. This is when I knew that Jehovah was watching over me. Because I screamed "NO". This is when he became frightened. He ran to his room where he hid the candy and gave me a piece. Although my brother never touched me physically. He hurt me mentally and emotionally. And ever since that first "Oprah Show" I realized that I was abused. I hated him for years. Nobody understood why. I thought I healed these wounds in college. However, the thought still comes back. And I have a fear of men. It hurts but I am happy I do not walk around with hatred in my heart anymore. May Jehovah Bless all of you who have endured tremendous mental, physical, and spiritual pain. He loves us and you must love yourselves. God Bless. Signed: Living and Learning to Love
