Without going into details*, the abuse to which I was subjected is not generally recognised as such - and is actually encouraged by the medical profession.**
I've seen psychological/psychiatric professionals
(before and after my doomed, thirty-odd-years-too-late, attempt to bring my parents and any associated medical stuff to justice - which was scuppered by both the CPS and by my sibling, who witheld evidence which undoubtedly still existed, all the while claiming I had either fantasized the whole thing or was making an issue out of a non-issue: this despite his having been subjected to the same treatment as me)
and not only were they unhelpful, but as I was passed from one "professional" to another, I discovered time and time again that they had not recorded/conveyed the details of the abuse, but rather (in their communications amongst themselves) sought to portray me as having a personality disorder and/or ADD (I have never been formally assessed for either).
(* I have filtered the details into works of fiction, but I'm not going to publically reveal where these have been published)
(** Which connects to the second part of the question - how does one move on from something one is reminded of every day?)