I understand the fear and uncertainty of not knowing while having the proof that something bad has happened.
I try not to fall into it but I wonder what all I don’t remember, too, also struggle to feel validated in being as traumatised as I am (dissociative disorder) given I feel relatively little happened to me as a child. But that’s a warped and incomplete perspective; I can’t have this disorder without something “bad enough” happening to facilitate it. Proof is in the pudding.
My therapist says “trauma, is trauma, is trauma” stay curious buy try not to force things, you may not be ready yet to open that box. And trust me they do open. Maybe there’s more childhood trauma I’ve been through, maybe not, it’ll come out when it’s ready if true.
Try to stay empathetic to yourself, clearly it’s a hard time at the moment. What can you do to have a more compassionate stance towards yourself in this position? You don’t need the memories as permission to tend to your emotions kindly.