[Em0bxy]

So when I was younger, my parents used to hit me, occasionally leaving bruises, but that was years ago. The most recent time was last year on Father's Day. Whenever I get dcf involved, I get told by my parents that I made false accusations about abuse. (first: why would I do that, I have trauma with dcf and cops. Second: I love my parents????). I told the therapist leader and doctor at my outpatient program about it, and I got shoved off and then made to go home even though I was scared. There was this man, Myles, whom I started having a panic attack when it got loud. I told him, and so he had me step out with him. After 5 minutes in the quiet room, he came in and asked if I wanted to talk.
I said I didn't know, but he still sat down. I said I was scared, and my parents and I never had a good relationship. I never went into detail with him. I told him I flinch whenever someone yells at me or goes to give me a high five. He told me he understood being yelled at, how it hurt him. After he left and kept pacing outside the door, I cried while rubbing my thigh. My worst bruise was left on my thigh when I was eight. I felt like I could feel the hit again. Under my breath, I whispered Don't hurt him(him being my brother). Myles didn't hear me. I choked on a sob and leaned my head back and looked out the door. He was standing there looking at me. I looked away and continued to cry. The flashbacks hit me like a ton of bricks.
The sobs weren't fake; it felt good to cry. I was always told some kids have it worse than I do, so I learned to keep my mouth shut, but Myles wanted to listen. I didn't give him details, but I let him see my crying and choking on sobs and hear my fears...
Am I overreacting? It's been a year...I don't know if they'd do it again...