26 years of calling myself the victim. I was really the problem all long

I have never really talked this full extent to anyone but recently, I have been reflecting on my actions and I think I am not who I think I am. I know as you read through this, you will wonder why my topic sayas ive been playing victim but my post is all about me being a victim. Let me share how my narrative changed. I hope you have the patience to read this through.

I grew up with my elder siblings who had their own children after my mother died. One of my sibling and their spouse would hit me, make me do manual work, say mean stuff to me until I was crying more often than I was smiling. I was just 6 when it started. I know they didnt mean it as an abuse, more like discipline but that environment broke something in me. I wanted to run away. Luckily my other sibling took me with them when I turned 9yo. I lived with them and their son. The son in question was overindulged and would hit me too. My sibling always disciplined him but then they also ever hugged or comforted the son. Never me. But I was well fed, well dressed, and well taken care of.
My dad was as distant as anyone could be. He had a new wife and honestly, I couldnt like her. Then entered the phedos, they came in the role of uncles, cousins, brother in laws, trying to grab me in inapprpriate places, talking dirty, showing me adult films but I didnt know what they were doing was not right. I was 10, no one ever taught me what a bad touch is. And for someone that didnt even remember her dads warmth, male attention was blissful. One night, I woke up to feel something poking behind me, heart racing when i turned around, it was one of the uncles that came to live with my sibling and he had his d*** out and my pants down. I was 10! Sick people. Luckily I could get out from the situation without any force, he knew I wouldnt talk. I had no one i could tell. That was just one incident. There were plenty more. I dont remember well, my memory is hazy and it feels more like a nightmare than a fact. When I was at one of my other siblings’ their partners friends had come over and at night, one of them called me over. I was 11/12, i remember him taking my pants off and touching my privates. I dont remember if anything beyond that happened but probably not because it wasnt too long after that when I lost my v card. I was 12 and there was a man right beside where we lived who would compliment me, look at me all day long from there, gave me sweet looks and everything, I went over and I remember he took me to bed, I bled after. He was a man. By that time, I also had a boyfriend I was sneaking out to meet at night, i let him touch me, kiss me. Never had sex though. My behaviour probably made things harder for my siblings and looking back, I was really just a sl** since that point.

Getting too long at this point. Would anyone want to read the continuation? We have until 26 years to narrate