I was sexually abused when I was 8 yrs old

I was sexually abused by my father's younger brother in 2014 but I didn't know what happened to me until May 18 2015, the day Aruna Shanbaug died and I happened to read about the graphic details of what happened to her in the newspaper and it triggered and I realised that I was abused I started panicking and I told my mom aunt and grandma who were present there at that time, shocked. My mom asked for details and started consoling me my grandmother had no reaction in fact she casually had her lunch my mom went and asked my sister about it and she said she was also abused by this man at my dad's house then my mom told me about those details as well. I fell sick and they took me to the hospital and when everyone left my mom told me if I share this to anyone she'll commit suicide at that moment I was left all alone by myself and I felt like no one will come to save me! The next day the dad's family was going back and we went with them I was so scared and my fever went high still my dad said nah it's fine even though he knew the reason. Years passed and my parents still talk to that man as if nothing happened, my mom forgot about the details of what happened to me and my sister, my sister forgot about it due to her trauma I carry the weight I shared this with my friends and I tried to share with my mother many times every time when I come up with this topic she always asks me why didn't I tell her about this earlier and everytime I reply I didn't know what happened to me then how am I supposed to tell her in fact I told the moment I realised what has had happened to me! I tried making sense by telling myself my dad took me to that house the next day to make me stronger and my mom acted that way to save her marriage but what about me and my sister they never thought half about us like I did , they tried to ignore it my mom has more problem with my uncle who looted her wealth than the man who abused her daughter! And she says she loves us like no one and only she'll be there if something goes wrong - of course I saw! I never relied on my dad in this life, I was a mom's girl I stood up for when I was just 11 while my dad's family hit her and abused her she didn't even shield me!!

Without any doubt I can say that I loved her more than she loved me because I still remember after prayer you need to your family members and wish them I was 11 and I didn't wish that man everybody knew the reason yet my mom hit me in front of that bastard and he was laughing now looking back she only loved herself and only wondered about how to protect her place!!! My dad's other brother used to kiss me on my lips and their father once pressed my bum- I was in denial accepting the fact that three men from my dad's side used me yet even today my parents talk to them and runs their eyes sideways when I talk about this! This affected my trust, sleep and relationships ever since it's been 11 years and I'm still stuck! AND I HATE MY MOTHER BECAUSE I NEVER LOVED ANYONE MORE THAN HER AND SHE NEVER EVER PROTECTED US!!!