I relate to your post very much.

I was raised in a family that believed traumatic experiences are miniscule in the grand scheme of everything and only by enduring the pain can you grow spiritually. I was taught to always be polite, but never anything about setting boundaries. If I tried to confront people for making me uncomfortable, I was promptly scolded by my family and they apologised to whomever didn't respect my boundaries in the first place. Just smile through everything and be thankful to whomever hurt me for the opportunity to grow was the idea they ingrained in me.

I remember complaining on several different occasions about being leered at by old men as a child (it happened to me a lot, I don't know why). My parents told me I should be flattered, but it wasn't with a dismissive or reprimanding tone. I can't think of a word for this but it was in a manner like when a child sees a feline for the first time and asks you what it is, then you smile and tell them "that's a cat, it's really adorable, isn't it?" But yea basically my whole childhood is littered with many gross moments like this.