When I was a child, under the age of eight, I was being babysat by my uncle on my father's side, and a niece on my mother's side. And he molested both me and my brother, while she watched. We told no one, until it accidentally came out a couple years later. When he was confronted about it, they also had to talk to my father's larger extended family of aunts, uncles and cousins to see who else might have been victimized.
When all was said and done, half the family believed me, and the others felt I was lying. And of those that did believe, the majority felt that I should have kept quiet. This fractured a very large family, and I was made to feel responsible for this division. Because of this response, I never told about my mother's niece's involvement.
As a result, I pulled away from all family, learned to keep things to myself, and shut off from people emotionally. I'm nearly 50 now, have never been genuinely in love, and don't think I ever will be, and have accepted that I will probably live the rest of my emotional life alone.