"A victim of circumstances who didn't choose to be a tormentor."

"They laughed when they touched me — not for closeness, but to test how much shame could fit in one body. I didn't know then that shame is like ink: it spills once but stains forever. Now when someone crosses my boundaries, I smile first — an old, trained reflex. Then I scrub my skin raw afterward."

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Possible references are s/a, narcissistic/bipolar disorder/ptsd.