My thinking has evolved beyond this - and I hope yours will, too - but this is my former perspective. I think it is worth sharing, because I suspect it is more prevalent in CSA victims than we care to acknowledge. It becomes a lie we tell ourselves that grows with us and becomes so entrenched that it can take a lifetime of effort to see it differently...
There was a boy in a neighboring city who was abused around the time that I was. But his abuse ended with his murder, and it was big news. I remember at the time thinking he died with honor because he fought and cried, while I acquiesced, cooperated and responded in ways that pleased my abuser. I remember thinking how I wished I could have traded places with that other boy. How I wished belatedly for that honor of fighting for my integrity. The honor of allowing death to take me rather than surrendering as I did - to just be in the ground. At the time, it seemed the only way I could possibly escape the shame. And that would have been just fine with me.