Everyone in my family has a different perspective on the abuse that happened. An older sister who was forced to arrange her siblings for pornographic photos claims the abuse never happened. A brother thinks the abuse was horrible but he can see the good that came from the abusers too. Another sister has turned to religion and claims every other way of living is error. Younger siblings don’t know what to believe because they did not experience as much as abuse, but they can acknowledge the effects they see. Me, I agree with all of them and at the same time have my part of the story to tell.
Now we are all adults trying to figure how to relate to one another. We trigger and accuse. It is hard.