Happened when I was 8 or 9 years old but I forgot about it until I was raped 10 years later during my second year of college. A whole host of borderline personality and bipolar symptoms came rushing in the following months and it screwed with my life. I pretty much failed my A Levels (CDD when I was expected ABB) because of the worst manic episode which was triggered by a break up. Now, 4.5 years later, I'm still picking up the pieces and trying to sort out my life trying to find ways to get back into education because I'm finally ready and well enough.
I coped well with it because I just pushed it back into my mind and didn't allow myself to think about. I became a completely ****ed up [almost] alcoholic when my family found out and didn't show any sympathy, They continued befriending the person who did it and it completely ****ed me over that I started binge drinking. I was molested when I was 8/9, then raped when I was 18, and then anally raped 10 months ago, yet I didn't experience direct trauma with any of those the way I did when my family chose my paedo cousin over me. I've never felt such pain in my life. I don't think I'll ever feel greater pain. Nothing will ever compare to that. I can handle being raped and having my body used and abuse for someone else's pleasure, but my family are meant to love me. Love = protection, or at least that's what those asshats working behind the scenes in my favourite fairy tales taught me. It's been 2 years since they found out and I should be over it, but I still cry about it. Hell, I've been sober for 20 months and yet a couple of weeks ago I started drinking heavily again because the anniversary of them finding out was coming up and I couldn't handle it.
The positive side of all that is that I'm so protective over my niece and nephew now. If I'm at a party or any relative's house with them, they never stay out of my sight. I don't care whose house it is or what cousin they're playing with, unless they're in a group or around a lot of people, I'm going to stay on their tail to make sure no one touches them where they shouldn't be touched. I feel the strongest urge in the world to protect children because no one protected me. For the last 4 years I stopped my life and gave up any future prospects, full time job interviews, education opportunities, etc. to continue working part time while I cared for my niece and nephew part time. No one protected me when I needed it the most so now I have the strangest saviour complex to help them and pretty much any underdog I come across.
What you need to remember, OP, is that it's only been 10 years since you had your experiences. You've still got 60-70 years to go. You've got literally an entire lifetime of experiences waiting to happen - both good and bad. Nothing will compare to what you went through as a child which is a good thing because you can use that as your strength. You've had some of the worst experiences a person could have. Use that to your advantage, develop a growth mindset, enable yourself to become a survivor. Only you can tell yourself what to think so learn to process your thoughts with optimism because everything that happened was in the past. Only your memories will haunt you, but if you train yourself, you can let them pass and soon forget them. Meditate often because it teaches you to allow your thoughts to pass through your mind. Learn to do that effectively and you'll eventually learn to allow any flashbacks/memories/thoughts to your past pass through your mind without indulging in them.