the seriousness of it is indicated in the fact that there are laws against that kind of behavior
There are laws against speeding, also.
Something can be
bad enough in and of itself, without having to be minimized by attempting to make speeding the same as being in a fatal car accident; or working for a pervert the same as being raped. Which is what overblown sympathy does, it says the thing isn't bad enough in and of itself, it isn't enough that it's a f*cked up situation in and of itself, nope! It's actually
just like this completely different thing.
It's not.
It's often a lot
scarier to be in a situation that nothing big-bad has happened... yet. Whether it's someone diving in and out of traffic refusing to slow down or to let you out of the car; or caring for a perverted family members kids as a kid yourself, there are so many different possibilities of things going terribly wrong.
It's often a lot more
confusing. Afterall, "nothing" has happened... Yet. Or, perhaps then nothing did happen. Does that make it okay? Does being better than it could have been wipe the slate clean? What's the right thing to do when something -almost- happens? And a thousand more questions. And other people's responses. And where one's responsibility lies. And boundaries being moved -or not- and a whole f*ckload of other things. That are unique to the situation itself. That get steamrolled over by trying to say it's this completely different thing. It's one of the most INvalidating things I can think of, to be honest. In both directions; the OP has been raped, they clearly know the difference in effect between rape & rubbing elbows with a perv. Their rapes deserve being dealt with as rapes, their perverted family member / boss & that environment / situation? Deserves equally to be dealt with for what it was. Try to class it with the rapes? It gets lost.
There are a whole lot of seriously f*cked up parts of life, that in no way even begin to meet the qualifications for PTSD, that are
bad enough in and of themselves. That are often life changing events. Or that subtly shade the contours of our lives in ways we might not even realize. PTSD isn't this be all end all grading scale. It's not a pain scale. It's just a disorder. You can't get PTSD from seeing a penis. Even one attached to a pervert. Not unless someone is in the middle of cutting it off, or it's raping you or someone else, or on fire or something. That doesn't mean that working for a pervert is sunshine & rainbows. It's f*cked. But it's its own special shade of f*cked.