That is painful: your parents had a chance to rescue you and help you deal with the abuse and they trashed it.
I see their immediate assumption that you did something wrong, you were responsible, and their attempts to scare you into a direction that didn't make sense as you were being abused.
That response falls in their with the "don't talk about it" and "get over it" crap that so often comes our way.
My parents were shame based and silent, and NOT safe to share this kinda stuff with. I could never talk to them about anything-although I take responsibility for shutting down so completely after my abuse.
WHen my brother's perp propositioned me (four years after my abuse) I told them and they were freaked out - but my dad didn't come to the police station with me to report it. Only my mom did, and we never talked about it after that-even though I told my parents the perp said he had been messing around with my older brother when my brother was still living at home.
We have to take responsibility for what we're not responsible for.
�It doesn't matter where you've come from,
It matters where you go" Frank Turner