When I was in highschool, I was admitted to a psychiatric ward for intensive treatment after a suicide attempt. I admitted to being raped, twice, as an adolescent. My dad pulled me out of school, put me on house arrest at my grandparent's house, took away my laptop, phone, and TV. I was only allowed to leave my grandparents house for therapy appointments, twice a week. I ended up attempting suicide again while on house arrest, but my dad smoothed it over with the ER doctor's because "it was just a mistake in her medication". When school started in the fall, I asked for an order of protection, something official to keep my rapist away from me and allow me to continue drama, choir, and band. My dad told me if I hadn't let him rape me, I'd still be able to take those classes.
He's now married to a girl only three years older than me, with the same body type, and facial features. I don't talk to him.