Yes, I lied about something directly to my T about my abuse and then months later said what it really was. His response, the only person you really need to tell the truth to is yourself. (He also mentioned your doctor and your lawyer, which I agree with, but that has nothing to do my abuse, at least at this point in time).

For me at the time, I wasn't ready to face the truth then, it was too painful. Or I was scared, or both. But these labels you put out there, exaggeration, violent, forceful, etc, I'm wondering how much meaning they really have in the truth of what happened to you. Just because someone didn't put a gun to your head, doesn't mean it wasn't violent, what was taken from you. That it was taken by a force is undoubtedly true, because of your age (which was under the age of consent, so what difference does it make it if was A or B?). The more vulnerable someone is, the less force someone needs to use to get them to comply, and coercion is a very close cousin to force; with kids, the line between them is very hard to find.

There's an old adage in nonfiction, "just because it didn't happen, doesn't mean it isn't true." That you feel ashamed is all over your post, but maybe it's easier to point to your fault, your "exaggeration", rather than maybe the more precise culprit which is that you were taken advantage of because of your age and your gender and whatever else was going on with you as a child that made you want to be loved when you didn't get that anywhere else.

I think you deserve compassion, not scorn or punishment or added-on shame for how you coped with the awful thing that happened to you. I hope you can find it within yourself to feel it.