Oh, the child's fault, sorry I didn't get the memo.

Of course, it was my fault for not loving my father from the moment I was born, and not being a sweet, pink, frilly daddy's girl. I was to blame, sitting there crying, saying nothing, while he shouted at me for hours and hours, I apparently wanted him to call me every filthy name, shaming and humiliating me. When he bullied and harassed me, it was to teach me how hard the world was.

When it all took on a sexual tone as I hit puberty, that was obviously my own invention as well.