My therapist once told me that sexual abuse was about power and nothing about sex and I have to agree with her. Abuse is about building destructive definitions of details, which now effects my worklife, it was about anger, which effects my relationships, it was about the definition of close, which effects my friendships, it was about stopping development of my developmental relax thing, it was about isolating, it was about isolating from my mother, it was about control and abandoment. It's the worst possible shame on the planet, and the person that get's or feels the empathy of that shame is the survivor not the absuer. I wish there was a word that could describe it. But there isn't. It makes me angry.