Stories like these always leave a lasting impression. I'm into a lot of nasty shit but that's stuff you get jaded towards. This on the other hand made me actually feel things. Sex as escapism, physical / mental abuse and a complete lack of self worth making you question all the good things that happen to you, they're all far too real. Any semblance of happiness gets poisoned by a sense of dread that this will not last, causing you to fear happiness and become hollow and indifferent over time.