you don’t know something is wrong, and don’t know what to call it, and if it’s all you’ve ever known, then it’s difficult to know for certain that it shouldn’t be happening to you. I once explained abuse like growing up in a world without hot water. If cold was all you ever knew, then a cold shower was normal. All you ever took. You had no choice. That doesn’t mean you liked it, but you didn’t complain. You could imagine something else, but what good would it do?
