my sister was raped. she lives out of town and i feel like ever since iÂ am the one who is dealing with it. i still live at home and my parents ask me everything, put me in the middle and she keeps telling me she needs help but wont listen to me about getting it and i cant tell my parents because she wants them to think she’s happy.. . i cant fix her and she calls me constantly expecting me to take care of everything for her. i know it was a tragic experience but she doesnt know my life no one does because they only care about her, she’s not the only one who needs help who wants someone to fix them but im not allowed to be sad because i wasnt raped and that makes me want to scream.Â she yells at me when i break down saying i dont know what true pain is, but the thing is i do. the pain of being invisible to your entire family hurts, the pain of feeling like your feelings are insignifigant hurt. i love her and i know she’s having a rough time and she needs me but i need her and she wont let me talk. i feel like if she wants help she should get it and not from her little sister, im fragile just like her. she puts the weight of her world on my shoulders and expect me to be perfectly okay. well you know what big sis im NOT OKAY I NEVER HAVE BEEN!