I have been abused by a significant other, parental figures, relatives, and by authority figures.
When I was very young I was sexually assaulted by a police officer. I was young enough where this one instant very well could have permanently damaged my mental health and trust in others because it happened in the point of my life where the most mental development happens (between ages 2 and 5). My cousin was very often sexually inappropriate with me and very often exposed himself to me and tried getting me to do the same for him, as well as asking me disgusting questions and "accidentally" touching me. Both of my step dads were abusive, one of which was really into insane amounts of isolation, never letting me leave my bedroom except to go to the bathroom or eat for days at a time or "punishments" of standing in a corner for upwards of six hours at a time, the other step dad was more about telling me how stupid and worthless I am on a daily basis.
Sorry if that sounded like whining or something... But yes, I have dealt with abuse. I never thought that it was my fault, mostly what I feel about it is anger. Like... why would someone do such disgusting things to a little kid like I was? What sort of sick fun did these people have in the process of destroying my mind? I don't feel sorry for myself, just angry.