I had pedo brother in law. I was about twelve. I fought him off, he laughed...I kept quiet for many years, decades... then he started being really mean to my mom and me, too. So I told her what he did to me when I was a kid. So who got blamed and banished from the family? Me, of course. They needed a scapegoat. The only bright star.. he lost both legs to diabetes. Karma can be pretty mean to evil ones. He also molested my little sis, twice. We were so young we didn’t know what was happening to us at the time. Just that we didn’t like it!!!!
While the subject of all of them is truly vile to the nth degree, I'm not carping to promote heads in sand; rather, it seems to be some kind of 'pedo awareness' spam deluge.
Your story is all too familiar.
*I* am the family weirdo, not my uncle.
To this day, he’s the golden boy who can do no wrong while, they refuse to see me doing right.