If it matters, I blamed myself for a long time until I met a girl that was around that age. I realized I would never tell her it was her fault if it had happened to her. It was both frustrating and enlightening. I then realized that while I felt guilty, logic dictated it couldn't be my fault otherwise I had to go to this little girl and tell her it was her fault. (My stuff isn't abuse exactly... it's complicated)

And having my own kids has kind of made me aware too. Idk.

I still get pissed and yell at my T for things though