One of the things that tore me up so much - something that some here certainly can relate to - was the cognitive dissonance created by the fact that although once I figured out my abuse was abuse I was disgusted and horrified, I couldn't forget that it felt "good" when it happened. Of course, now I know the difference between programmed physical reaction and emotional pleasure - but I didn't then. Sometimes, back then, I wished that my abuse HAD been violent, or painful, or traumatic. That way, I reasoned, I'd have hated it all along, so at least I wouldn't be so emotionally embattled over it.
Eventually I got over that, and just had to deal with the fact that I couldn't tell anybody about my abuse because of the damage such an admission would cause to my family and my life. The cognitive dissonance here came from knowing, almost certainly, that my co-victims were still being abused and that I could end their abuse by telling. What a dilemma for a 13-year-old. I finally simply made peace with the fact that I was a selfish prick. Lost a lot of self-esteem over that.
But now, however many years later, I'm considering the question this thread asks, and experiencing that old cognitive dissonance again. What if my perps were caught - or better, turned themselves in - and seemed genuinely remorseful? How am I supposed to feel? There are a few feelings I've developed regarding pedophiles - chief amongst them being the fact that there is NO excuse for child abuse, and that there is simply no way my abusers could be punished which would put them square with me again. On the flip side, without considering pedophiles, I've learned over the years that no one is beyond redemption; that humans are not leopards and have no permanent "spots"; that when a good and upright man is apologized to sincerely, he accepts the apology and allows amends to be made. Two different, and necessarily mutually exclusive belief sets, which sit in seperate little cubicles in my mind. I have never allowed them to touch - I wouldn't enjoy the ensuing battle, because whichever side wins, I lose. If I have mercy on my abusers, then I am a flake who is willing to go back on his principles; if I refuse to extend some sort of pardon, then I am cruel, merciless, or generally unreasonable. So, I suppose I've built some kind of mental brick wall in between these two things in my mind, insulating them from each other. Unfortunately, this brick wall won't allow me to come up with a decent answer to the question.