Apologies for reviving an old thread. The posts in here are relevant I believe, to many of us.
I had inpatient therapy when I was 15/16. It seemed that all they wanted to hear was that I had been sexually abused by one or both of my parents.
The fact is, neither directly sexually abused me, in the sense that i was never touched inappropriately. I was humiliated, repeatedly, but that was of little interests to the therapsts.
I can also say that I was sexually abused by a man, when I was 3 years. The fact is, he didn't hurt me. I don't really remember it, but I do remember that, after, I wanted to repeat it. I initially asked my mother to touch me, when she was giving me a bath. She recoiled in horror, I do remember that. She called the police. They investigated and decided I was lying. (This was the 1950s).
The rest, I'm afraid I can't discuss on the net due to laws forbidding, what might be construed as promotion of child abuse. (Which I support).
I've mentioned on other threads, that I first realised I am a girl, when I was 4 years. I don't believe there is a connection. I say that because I have examined it continually, while I was growing up and as an adult. I am not making a pronouncement about all children, just my own case.
If it had been, I would have had to have made a connection between what happened and being a girl. I didn't know what girls were. I believed, until I was 10, that girls peed out of their bottoms
It might be argued that that was the origin of my dislike of my ugly bits. But that doesn't make a lot of sense either since I wanted to repeat the experience.
Once I decided, in my late teens, early 20s, that it wasn't because I am just plain evil, I came to the conclusion that I don't need to justify or explain it. I am what I am. I expect the right to live as I choose.