I have two very close friends, one who grew up in the same cult as I did (and is now out as well) and one who did not. The one who did not grow up as we did told me one day that what I went though was the kind of abuse movies are written about. I was floored. I never thought of what I went through as "abusive", it was just...normal. When I try and talk to my other friend, the one who grew up as I did, she refuses to even acknowledge that it was anything more than "different".
I can't really blame her. She's found something akin to a normal life now and is terrified of mucking that up. Unfortunately, my sh*t doesn't appear to want to leave me alone. I have no choice but to deal with it, but it's taken a lot of work to even come to grips with that it was wrong, abusive, and damaging. I still have things I sometimes tell my T that I think are funny or odd, and then she gets this horrified look on her face and I feel awkward, like "Oh, that wasn't the correct response to that event, huh? Oops."