It has happened to me many times, originally I was too young to understand what was happening so my extreme aversion and fear of certain things was seen as being a bratty child by my family. I've heard it is normal for some kids to feel afraid in medical settings, but not to feel violated and have extreme panic attacks and crying like I was doing. Whenever I'd start to remember and fear things, I'd simply be beaten or spanked for noncompliance.
The second time I got molested which occured multiple times, right after I had finished middle school, it also took me several months to figure out what was happening because I didn't know what sex was or what it meant that this person I liked and respected kept pulling my panties off, groping me, and attempting to finger me in PUBLIC, but finally after getting in an argument with the abuser I was able to tell someone. Many other adults, like my teachers, did not believe me but my family begrudgingly did, and took me to the police. Even though I was being molested in a public place, for whatever reason they did not pull CCTV footage and the case was dropped due to too much time passing/lack of evidence.
My punishment by my family was to sit inside and rot for almost 2 entire years, because I couldn't be trusted to "go to school without getting myself in trouble" which was how they referred to the sexual abuse. Whenever I was allowed to go back to school, my life was permanently tainted because everyone there knew about the case and I was treated terribly over it. Some of the other kids even threatened to beat me to death or kill me, because my abuser was a well liked and popular student.
Since then I've been assaulted a couple other times including one ocassion which was particularly violent and left me visibly injured/bleeding, and people still didn't fucking believe me. I had been groomed by a man in his mid/late 20s when I was in high school and a few months after I became an adult, he left me alone with one of his friends who assaulted me out of nowhere. At this point, I realized far too many people just disrespect women's pain and suffering for whatever reason, or they hate feeling ashamed as was the case with my family and everyone I've ever dated. My abuse is shameful to them, perhaps because I've never really gotten over it.
Whenever I was still dating my husband, after a heated argument he decided to tell his entire family my history with sexual abuse and PTSD. So then I got to be shamed by his wonderful mother who told me and I quote, "I got molested as a child too and I don't sit around and act like a whiny little bitch like you." It was then I realised no one is ever going to fully believe or understand me, and I have to sit with this alone the rest of my life, without any source of validation.
I've just learned with time I can't really talk to anyone about what I've been through. They either don't believe you/don't comprehend that such things can happen in this world, or they believe it happened and think you should be able to snap your fingers and forget it.
Trigger Warning
honestly it makes a bit of sense that they find it difficult to support their children when the abuser is also a child of theirs, it can be difficult to accept that your child could do that to their own sibling so I understand them
