I’ll just echo what some others have said: ultimately it doesn’t matter. Although it feels like it matter so much because it’s you life and you want to know. I get that. Like REALLY get it. The last 20+ years I’ve struggled almost daily with an internal debate about whether or not horrible flashbacks I have are real. Unlike you, I do not remember things well. I’m quite dissociative. And have very few memories of my childhood. BUT, similar to you, from the time I was young until now, I am extremely triggered by shows/movies/books/news stories with sexual abuse/rape in them. I am not triggered by other things. I would be able to handle watching things that you say disturb you. But I cannot handle the other stuff. I am also opposite in that when I am able to believe myself, I am relieved. When I don’t, I feel stressed and upset.
Either way, it’s true that you don’t have to hate your parents either way.
I do know that my father was verbally/emotionally abusive which contributed to my CPTSD, but I do not hate him. On the contrary, I love him dearly. I spent a lot of my life being angry and upset because of things he said to me. But he was abused by his father, and he did and still does the best he can. I know he loves me. And I love him. It’s ok to have that kind of relationship.
But you do need to be compassionate with yourself. Get a therapist. Don’t worry about anything being planted. The majority won’t get hung up in details. They’ll help you process how those memories, whether real or not, are impacting you now.