I have a couple of places I struggle around with this concept.
The first I am going to mention actually came up like an HOUR after you posted.
My daughter works at a daycare center and told me two very different end of the spectrum tales.
Two weeks ago, a kid came in with whip marks that were so bad that when another child accidentally touched his back that he screamed in pain. DCS was notified. The child and his sister, were taken away and are currently residing with their grandmother. She was (and righteously so) angry about this. It was clear cut abuse. I mean, who hits a 2-3 yr old like that? Who hits ANYONE like that for ANY REASON?
Today she called me about a co-worker (the lead teacher in HER class) being fired and escorted out the door unceremoniously and immediately for tapping a 3 yr old's hand and telling them no. We talked about this a bit because I did that to them and she felt that this was reasonable to do with a toddler. She even told me that everyone is upset at work because most of the teachers actually do butt swats.
What's worse is there is no clear cut definition of what is and is not allowed for discipline.
Now I wonder if I was abusing my children by doing this. One of my children was just frenzied as a toddler and I spent a great deal of time chasing after him and telling him no and spatting his hand. It was often the only thing I could do to get him to STOP touching things that could hurt him. And yeah, I spanked. Over the clothes, with a hand. The kids told me later that my spankings hurt their feelings and not them.
So I'm not sure that there is black and white but rather continuous shade of grey? OR maybe I want to believe that because I don't want to think I'm an abuser?
The second has more to do with me and consent and what was right and wrong. When does consent happen? When is it clearly abuse? When ISN'T it and this has lasted into my adult relationships as well mostly because I'm just not sure. I have tried to define the shades of grey for my therapist but wind up realizing that he tends to think of things more in terms of THAT was abuse when I'm not so sure if it was. There's a number of things I could point to where the lines are blurred.
One was the last anniversary I spent with my husband. Things spun out of control very quickly and I never TRIED to stop anything. Was it abuse? Was it more shades of grey? Was our entire married life like that? And I struggle at times to call any of it abuse and other times it just seems so clear cut. But then there are times like the anniversary that are so many different shades. Parts that were undoubtedly abuse or.. maybe I deserved that? And parts that weren't, I mean, there were moments of enjoyment, but I didn't want it. And often enough I wonder if I have unfairly accused someone because I'm a poor communicator.
The second is also hard for me to just talk about.
There were things that happened to me sexually or otherwise as a kid that I can point to and say, yes. THAT was abuse. THAT was totally abuse. Then there are things that happened that I feel that either I deserved or sought out and actually enjoyed and I say, no that wasn't abuse. It hurt, but I knew what I was doing...so there was consent. There was totally consent so that wasn't abuse, right? And my therapist argues with me that a 9 year old can't consent. but maybe they can if they are sexually mature? And I'm right back where I was before...
So yeah, usually I find myself frustrated, flooded, angry, confused and want to run straight to "It was just all my fault! f*ck IT! because I can't parse it out.