It's My Life, and I'll Cry If I Want To

Everyone has a story. Mine may not be particularly interesting. It may not be even particularly inspiring. Mine hasn't even finished yet. It's still here.
Abuse is a hard thing to come to terms with, especially if you didn't even know quite the right word for it when it happened. Sexual abuse is damaging, and emotional abuse possibly even more so. Too often, they are used in conjunction with each other, and the result can shape your personality in ways you might never think.
I am currently studying psychology. In learning to recognize certain patterns in others, I have come to notice a terrifying one in my own life. I already knew that I had been sexually abused, but the emotional abuse was a shocker for me. A lot of my personality has been shaped by AKV, and I don't really know whether to be angry sad or scared.
This isn't a finished story. It may not even have a happy ending. But as long as it hasn't ended yet, there is hope for one. Hope for me and others like me.
Sincerely;
VLL

Note: Names and circumstances have been changed or left intentionally vague in order to protect individuals involved.