Growing up, I was emotionally, physically and sexually abused by my family.
My brother would come home and fucked out of his mind from drinking and doing drugs; he would come into my room and touch me while I slept. I would awake from this, in complete darkness he would hide so I couldn’t see him. Knowing he was there, I would go to the bathroom and come back and he would be gone. Sometimes he tried to come back. I tried to avoid it by turning on the light, reading, playing games, etc.
I remember one time I had turned on the light and started to read. I had closed my door as well. We had an adjacent bathroom connecting our rooms. He came in, declaring that the light from my room was bothering him. So, I used a flashlight under the covers instead, my door now being opened, he complained that THAT light was now bothering him.
The only time I ever thought to say something while it was happening was when I had a friend over for the night. I got up and turned on the light, asking what he was doing. While bent over by the bedside, he claimed to be looking for our cat under my bed. I told him to get out.
This started about the time I was 6 and ended when I was about 12.