Don't regret posting. Every time I have regretted posting(which has been often), that's when I've ended up being helped the most. If it's hard/embarrassing/.shameful to talk about, then that's what we should be talking about.
I'm the opposite, I didn't think I was abused because I was special or anything, I believed it was because that was all I was good for. That was my purpose in life. That's how life was. That's just what 'they'(males) do.
I guess in a way, I get some sort of sick comfort/pleasure/purpose from it. Seeing my husband enjoy it makes me enjoy it, even though I feel horrible afterwards.