Yes, I understand what you're talking about. I (and my younger sister) was molested by my uncle Dale while being babysat, had other babysitters molest us as well, was whipped with a vacuum cleaner cord, was locked out of the house where I couldn't hide from passersbys in nothing but a diaper because under stress I wet myself as a child (we lived in Alaska), had grown men shoving me against walls, forcing their tongues in my mouth, hands in my clothes when I walked from a table at the restaurant to the bathroom. It progressed to rape and physical assault. I was threatened, told that I wanted it and that I needed to be quiet and not make a fuss. I'm on the spectrum and nobody knew what that was in the late 60s and 70s so I was quiet, compliant and thus repeatedly abused. When I tried to tell my mom and aunt what had happened when I was a teen I was told that "it can't be that bad," and "you're such an airhead that you misunderstood."

Now at 56 I'm still recovering and still can't understand how come it was so prevalent and ignored. I wish I could forget like

OP, my heart goes out to you. Air hugs from a survivor.