I feel terrible for you. You're not alone. I'd like to share my experience with you just to show you that, but beat in mind that it's personal to me and I'm not trying to suggest that it'll be anywhere near the same for you.
Ten years ago I found myself unable to go on without disclosing the sexual abuse I went through at the hands of my father from the age of 4-14, to my mum.
It broke my life apart and I was blamed for the subsequent divorce, was told I shouldn't have told anyone, that I'd ruined my mother's life (by her) and was pressured not to press charges.
But in the last ten years I have grown so much through that suffering. I'm obviously not saying that you need to suffer in the same way, or for as long AT ALL. I just want you to know that you can fall through this and emerge on the other side fortified and in control.
It took me years to get counselling and it took me to the pits of despair because it made me realise that there was no magic wand, no benign parent-figure who could fix my childhood or my toxic family. I had to spend a long time at my lowest, crying, despairing and feeling worthless before I came to the conclusion that nothing could change except for me. I had to accept it, let it be what it was and carry on.
By the way, if I'd been told to do that by anyone it wouldn't have impressed me. It was because I'd run out of any other options. I'd been killing myself with the futility of hoping it would all go away and get better, so it didn't come easily.
You were not to blame. I wasn't. Even if it felt affectionate, or nice... it still want your fault. You deserved protection and you didn't get it. That's a tragedy. ((()))