I honestly don’t know how to start this story but i do know i need to get out off my chest. My father raped and molested me until i was 15 years old. He taught me that it was normal and that that was what i was made for… Kinda because it was. My mother knew he was that way and in order to keep him from doing it to her other children she had me with him in hopes thati would just think its normal. Hed sell me and pictures of me to his friends as well. The only reason i know that it was happening from birth is because he used to make me look at the pictures. I finally got out because i moved witg my grandma for completly different reasons when i was 15. I tried to tell her but she said she didn’t believe me and if i told the police i would be put in foster care and it’d be even worse. I’m mentally screwed but terrified of seeing a therapist.