Now I have to fight my father’s spirit off before I can go to sleep. I find no comfort in being raped nor in being wanted to be raped by my father, a family member and relative who birthed me. One of the two who did so. The male one.
He is missing some brain cells that would normally tell him that it is WRONG and DISTURBING and possibly even CRIMINAL to rape your own son. But we are behind closed walls so no one knows.
So I have to defend myself. And it’s only his spirit, in the end, so my main tool is writing. I wish I had better tools, actually. I don’t know what they would be, tbh.