When a child is molested do they really need therapy in their adulthood? Isn't prayer enough?

I was molested by my babysitters brother who was a teen at the time and I don't reached Kindergarten yet. Everyday my babysitter would pick me up from school and take me to her house and when I'd get there one of her brothers (predator) was be so mean to me for the first few hours I was there. After a while he would play tag with me and chase me into the kitchen or anywhere where no one else was and pull out his privates and rub it all over me. I knew it was wrong or at least I thought it was wrong. I just know it seemed wrong. Anyhow this would happen on a daily basis and it got to the point where I would end up playing the same game with his younger brother who would've been his teens in a few years. I would chase his younger brother and try to pull out his privates and the younger brother would always reject me. Now my mother was working two jobs to support the family so I never blamed her and I never told her anything because I knew if I did it would cause a problem. A friend of mine in my adulthood asked me what could my mother have done differently back then that I feel would've made me feel comfortable enough to tell her. I don't think my mother could have done anything more than what she did do. I mean my mother taught me all of right from wrong and she was protective of me. My mother is a single parent and my father, although I know of him, I've never met him before. As a 26 yr old adult I can say that I turned out pretty darn well however, my relationships, although long-term have never really been successful. I can think of a many occions where I felt would diffuse situations, I ociated and love also even though I know the two aren't the same. I used to feel like the guys that I was with would only really want me for ual reasons. I'm not promiscuous but in my relationships I did feel that is what kept the man around for a longer period of time, and I felt that's what kept me around longer than I needed to be in a relationship. At first I blamed my first long term boyfriend of 6 years (ages 13-19) because he impressed a lot of brainwashing ideals in my head. Then I started to blame the fact that my brother and my father weren't in my life to protect me and to show me the male perspective as to why I attract the same type of men or why I'm attracted to the same type of men. I used to think that it was because of my father's absence why my esteem although I put up a great front hasn't always been so high. I happen to tell my best friend about my childhood past and she said that my whole life makes sense to her now...The things I've done and do is due to my childhood past she said....I never thought of it that way. I hate to even use that **** as a crutch. As an adult I find myself clinging to those who really serve no positive purpose in my life and those who do, I don't take them seriously and end up pushing them away or keeping them at a distance. The crazy thing is I lived in the same apartment building in Brooklyn for 26 years and I see the family that did this to me every single day. I used to be cool with them up until last year. I would see the predator on a daily basis and I would wonder if he remembers what he did to me but I never asked. He has a daughter too and I worry for her sometimes. He unfortunately isn't the only pervert in the family. His father is one too. Now this is the part that confuses me. I'm a very ual person. I would play certain games that I though a lot of people do just for fun, and then tell my friends and laugh about it. For instance, the window of my apt faces the front of my building and I'd see the predators father outside my window and somehow I'd get his attention and I would flash him and tell my friends about it. We'd all joke about it. But when I would walk outside and I'd see him he would repulse me so bad because I'm like you known me since I was a baby, how could u be so enticed? I guess because I'm a woman now. But that's not it. This man sometimes fixes things in my apartment as he's known my family for so long and the superintendent of the building was never around when we needed him. One day I called him up to fix something in my apt. and I wore some short shorts that still covered what needed to be covered. I was laying on my bed watching tv and he would find little reasons for coming into my room. One instance he came in my room and grabbed my leg and whispered some perverse things in my ear and I can't really describe how I felt. I wanted to scream and get upset but didn't, I became really quiet like I was that little girl that his son used to molest. He performed on me and I let him without looking at him and at that point I felt disgusted with myself but at the same time I felt I have to tell my friends, this **** is crazy. I became really mute throughout the whole thing. I looked uncomfortable I felt uncomfortable but the act continued. He offered me money after that and