Why I didn't report

I know this is not the forum for this but I need to get this off my chest but want to honor my brother's anonminty so I don't want to post on social media. #whyididntreport #metoo I was 8. My grandma had just died so my family was distracted and my irratic behavior was overlooked. My abuser was a family member who threatened to kill my parents if I told. I hoped that my brother (who was 4) would not remember being abused as well. I repressed the memory for over 10 years, and when it came flooding back I was broken again. When I finally told my parents they said the statute of limitations had passed so I couldn't press charges. He was living with them at the time. When they kicked him out of thier house they found multiple pairs of my underware that he had stolen. I found out today that the statute of limitations has not passed. I could still press charges...but... I have an amazing wife, son, job, and life. In a fucked up way I'm stronger because of what I went through. Reporting now would mean reliving those weeks. It would mean forcing my brother to relive it as well. It would mean seeing that monster again, and having my credibility called into question. It would mean learning that my other cousins were sexually assaulted as well, and I could have stopped it because I was the oldest. It would mean my whole life would change, and he probably would not suffer any consequences. I'm not going to report because my rapist is trash. He has accomplished nothing with his life. But you better believe that if he was about to be appointed to the highest court for the rest of his life I would FUCKING say something...even almost 30 years later. Thanks for letting me process. This week has been so hard.