Growing up my mother when I became a teenager my mother used to buy me very revealing clothing. Short skirts, some long skirts but they always had high slits, low cut blouses, blouses that were see through, and just other revealing stuff. She would allow me to drink with her and the other adults around her. Her bf would make inappropriate jokes around me and she would just laugh at them too. Her bf's brothers used to come over and my mother allowed of them to sleep in my room after I passed out from drinking. She always used to push me to go out with one of them even tho I didn't want to. He'd take me out to the mall, movies, and out to eat. He'd buy me whatever I wanted while out. I started to take advantage of it out of hate for them both. Once when I was passed out I awoke in a lot of pain. I wasn't a virgin so I knew what being sore from sex was. I had bruising all over my breasts and thighs. I also was bleeding vaginally. I didn't really try to hide the bruises or how disgusted I felt around him. I was still pushed into going out with him and even spending the night at his house.
I still have flashbacks of what happened while there and other stuff I had to endure while out with him. I never really told anyone for fear of well lots of things really.
With what I had to deal with I just wanted to die and I hated myself. Do you think out of what happened that any of it was my fault? That, I, in a way asked for it since I never really put a stop to it?