Michael didn't date in High school. Why should he? Anytime he wanted it he could pressure me into giving it up and he wouldn't have to pay for the "date". Alot of girl's wished to be with him. It pumped up his ego to have so many pinning for him and he playing hard to get. He tried to get me to feel good about it. I couldn't.
I also couldn't play the mind games he was playing. I have scoliosis[curved spine] and subluxiated pattelas[knees pop out of joint]. I'm not athlete material. No parent pride to be got there. I took up dancing of all kinds. I wanted to be a choreographer. Dancing improved my posture and straightened my legs. I look normal. I am not. It takes effort to be this coordinated.
I learned to deal with my moral difficulties through Campus Life Youth for Christ and a good pastor. As I was able to gain strength to pull away from him and threaten to expose him. He found GOD after obcessing over the book of Revelations and fearing to be exposed. He also claimed he had a calling to the pulpit. I figured if his calling was legitimate GOD would give me the calling to back off and not say anything. [You know how Joseph was sent an angel to tell him Mary is not a whore or a slut.] He didn't.
In the process Michael became twisted and he told my other brother Mark Edward White. Who is 3yrs. younger than me and was part of the earlier acts "playing doctor". Michael now wanted to watch. Mark already thought poorly of me. It didn't take much to get him to participate. Michael loved it. I could tell he felt powerful and in charge. Mark fucked me when ever Michael wanted him to. After awhile he screwed me on his own basis. Now, I wasn't safe with either of them.
I felt no way out. If Mark knew and he wanted a taste. I tell anyone anybody else I am going to have an uncontrolled orgy or thrown out of the house like Michael claimed.
My father took pity on a neighbor child, Charles Erickson, who had problems with his mother and stepfather. His father died in a drunk driving accident when he was 5yrs.old. My father allowed him to live with us. since, he was always at our home all the time anyway except to sleep My brother told him, also. When he became drunk like his mother told him he was going to just like his father, he always wound up fucking me, too.
I learned to live outside of my body.
I finally told 13 people. Just as Michael said no one would believe me. He built his reputation to prevent his demize.
He still was shooting the shit that he had a calling to become a pastor. We are Lutheren it requires 8yrs. school. Since, we are not Missouri Synod there is nothing that says you have to be male to enter the ministery. His financial support initially was going to come proudly from my parents pocketbook. My mother owned the strings. Knowing you can't sabotage GOD's plan for us I set out to challenge my brothers claim the way he played chess by claiming the same thing.It was easy due to the fact I worked in the church for 4yrs. at that time and he did nothing but stay home and read THE BIBLE. My mother, smartly, left it up to GOD.
Michael never got to hide behind the pulpit. He never got to gain access to other little girls and boys who he could exploit. His calling was never proved. He married a dull woman. Who had 2 boring children that sleep in our old bedrooms where the abuse took place curtesy of my parents help. He runs a business out of his garage that is poorly in competition to a friend of mine from Campus Life Youth for Christ and works in the Chamber of Commerce. Yah!Kevin.His brother is a pastor. Yah!Kraig.
CHECKMATE! YOU LOSE!
I severed myself from the family and am adventuring where ever life takes me. I have 2 grown children out of wedlock. We are struggling like everyone else. As I said in the beginning "I had no goals in mind".
Barry, I made it through the rain.
Reba, I am a survivor.
Thanks for reading.