I once had an encounter that I never considered to be rape… just emotionally/psychologically uncomfortable. Until I was telling someone about it, and then it was like the act of hearing my own words made me realize what happened.
Thankfully, it wasn’t very detrimental to my psyche… but I still don’t much like talking about it, or really thinking about it. Beacuse it turns out, most people would consider that rape; including me when I looked from the outside-in. Abuse takes many forms. Mine just came in the form of emotional that led to physical, and I didn’t even realize what happened for most of that day.