Sorry OP, I missed your earlier question about what helped. Busy doing bedtime!
Big pause.
I don't know. Honestly. I never acknowledged it as anything untoward until I was quite old (maybe mid-late 30s?) and even then I didn't actively do anything about it. What could I do? Tell him I know he's a creep? That would destroy him, because he loves me, and I'm completely aware even as I write this that I'm still excusing him and minimising the harm to me because, well, y'know, he's just like that. And I still believe he would be shattered if he thought he's done anything wrong (I think??) And it was the 70s after all, and, well, it wasn't actual proper ABUSE or anything, and he's just a slightly out-of-touch with modern mores old buffer these days.
Should I tell him the reason he's never left alone with my girl children? I cannot begin to imagine the fallout from that. So no, I won't do that either. Tell my mum? No, that's a pretty dysfunctional relationship. Tell the police? Tell them what, exactly?
I've had counselling, mainly to help me to be a better parent myself as I am a pretty angry, intolerant person who's made a lot of dubious choices in life, and my parents were less than ideal in lots of ways, but I've never touched on that aspect of things really.
I dunno. I know now that it wasn't right, I suppose that helps a bit, and I remind myself that the fact I didn't object at the time does not make me a willing participant. I can't allow myself to feel shame about parading around (almost proudly) in a suspender belt and stockings at the age of 9, cos it is entirely reasonable in those circumstances to believe that the only reason you're doing it is to show off how grown up you are under the loving and entirely benevolent gaze of your parents.
It's only when you're older you start to blame yourself. Resist that line of thinking, I suppose, is all I would say.