Here`s a snippet from the jailhouse letters where she talks about the abuse (bbm):
"But as always, we have to very much in common, both good and the bad. I know how it feels to be physically emotionally and mentally abused. And I also know how it feels to be sexually abused. It's taken a long time for me to forgive and I've been somewhat successful in doing so. The worst part is, when I tried to confide in someone before-Jesse, my Mom, they turned on me. I was to blame for my own brother walking into my room at night and feeling my breasts while I slept. I woke up night after night with my sports bra lifted up over my chest or if I had on a regular bra, it would be unhooked. Even if I was doing karate in my sleep, that wouldn't have happened. I woke up many times to a flashlight on my face, and he would be sitting on my floor, in front of the bed, starring at me.
This went on for over 3 years before I finally stood up to Lee and told him if he ever came in my room again, I'd kill him. I was 15. It started just before I turned 12. When I told my mom about it two years ago, she made excuses, saying that he was sleep walking. Not only did she say I was lying, but when I explained everything her reaction was literally, like a knife in my chest-"So that's why you're a *advertiser censored*?!" I don't think having sex with 7 people makes me a *advertiser censored*, but I could be wrong.
Over the past few months, I've been having really vivid dreams and it's obvious that they are dreams of things that have already happened. I think my Dad used to do the same thing to me but when I was much younger. I can see him in my room exactly the way it was when in elementary school."
http://www.caseyanthonyletters.com/letter008.php
I read onwards too, man..
"Thanks again for my favorite pen ever! My hand doesn't even hurt. Good job Sis! I'm going to stop rambling for now. I'll write you over the weekend. I love you Robyn, and for now, I will call you Lily, Not sure why, but it just came to me
"
Ha, a Lily is busy on Amazon.