When I was younger, my dad molested me, and I believe my brothers & sister. He would have us watch pornography, perform, & receive sexual acts. I did not know it was wrong. I was curious & my dad fed off of that. I remember one night, while it was going on, wondering if that was something every dad and daughter did together, and that's the first time I realized it probably wasn't normal. Another time, he tried to penetrate me with his penis, and I said no. He tried to bribe me with money. Twenty dollars. Another time I became gut-wrenchingly aware this was not normal. I started becoming more and more ashamed as I became more aware. Today, I know that it wasn't my fault, but I hate that part of my childhood. Why couldn't mine have been normal? Why couldn't I get a piggy-back ride, or sit on my dads lap without him touching me sexually? Why could I not develop a real parent relationship with him?