Society has a rigid script for child abuse, expecting it to fit a predictable box. But sometimes it’s the person least expected, so nobody asks and nobody questions.
Later in life, when you try to tell a psychologist you were abused as a child, they immediately hand you leaflets on sexual abuse. Rather than exhausting yourself trying to correct them and explain that it wasn’t that at all, you just keep quiet. The way you have all your life. Until now.