I was abused several times as a child from the age of about 6. I have found throughout my life that, at times when I was at a low point, I would actively seek to recreate the abuse. So I was driven to seek out situations where I met old, ugly, assertive men and I would want them to use me for their sexual pleasure. I did this even when I had partners, without their knowledge. In doing so, I put their health at risk. Afterwards I would be filled with remorse and shame and would promise myself I would never do it again
I don't know why I did this. I know that I blamed myself for the abuse I experienced and thought, because it happened to me with several different men, that sexual predators could recognise something bad in me, that I was inviting them somehow, subconsciously, to abuse me. I know, intellectually, that this isn't true and that, as a 6 year old, I was not to blame and that, I had no choice in what happened; but I don't feel that. I feel guilty for what was done to me
I stopped that pattern of behaviour when I eventually had a really good relationship in which I felt really loved and felt real love for my partner. That partner died recently and I fear being dragged back.
I certainly never felt in control as an adult, although I absolutely accept responsibility for the actions I took. I don't know how I lived with myself
I don't think this helps answer your question OP. But you are not alone in revisiting, whether in real life or in your imagination, the experiences of your abuse. It's all very complex
I've never spoken openly about my experiences as a child. I told a couple of partners that I had been abused, without any details; none of them asked me any questions about it. This came as quite a shock, because just admitting that I had been abused was a really big deal for me, I had to steel myself, over days and even weeks, to confess and I thought, each time, that a big conversation would result. I expected questions, shock, sympathy, but I got, from all 3 people I told, only a mild interest. I guess they were trying to not be intrusive, but I felt very let down. I'm still trying to pluck up the courage to seek psychotherapy. I'm in my late 50s now and still living every day with the events of my childhood; they have shaped my character, my self-esteem, my entire life.