One of the breakthroughs I had, when I was having constant flashbacks and wanted to run away and hide somewhere (out of shame, humiliation and extreme terror...) was to realize that I was looking at my memories ALL WRONG. I was looking at them from the abuser's point of view, from my parents' point of view, and everyone else's; except my own. I couldn't see my own point of view.
Well, all my information was coming from what my family said to me, said about me, accused me of... and, from memories of these attacks that seemed out of the blue! To figure out how those attacks could take place, I was listening to the words of my attackers. And, they were manipulating me. None of it made any sense! My perspective was all messed up. How could I be who I am, and these things have happened in my life?
Then I started picturing what it would be like if it were my daughter, in my shoes, and me in my parents' shoes. God, the whole perspective shifted! I started asking "How COULD they?!?" and then more and more understanding began to flood my mind, with it came corroborating memories. Memories that could not be denied, and yet heretofore I had not asked them to explain. There is no explanation for the neglect in those never forgotten, non-traumatic memories.
That really helps me now, because I don't have to prove that they knew I was being raped. I can see, from a parental point of view, that they knew ENOUGH to put an end to it. And they CHOSE not to. All my memories after that were from my point of view, and I didn't blame myself for being naive, or gullible. That was my defense. I used that because that was what they accepted, when I was 7 years old. It's a shame that it led to so many more assaults.