Nevertheless, in some cases “the women claimed that when their husbands touched them, they felt violated; they said their bodies would freeze up and they would feel tightness in their chest and/or a sick feeling in their stomach.”
Having been there: this is a fair description.
Minus, perhaps, the freezing part. To me, this was not the very worst of it. That's at the very least not utterly resigned yet.
At my very lowest, my mental day planning went about like so: "Stuff to do: A, B, C, ... Stuff to look forward to: D, E, F, ... Horrible Crap I'll have to deal with today and which I'll survive because I'm a fucking hero: confront boss over X, do admin task I utterly hate, complain to Y company over inaccurate bill, survive that OH will want to physically touch me - worst case scenario: will want sex!"
Feeling violated came before that. Feeling resigned and mentally categorising the relationship and the other party as "shit that needs shoveling" was somehow worse for me in the sense that I wasn't even engaged enough to really be upset anymore.
It's horrible! And even though I've never told any of the men concerned, it's horrible for them, too!