Pretty much. Distraction is my life. It's like, if I were to be anally fucked on a daily basis, not liking it (mostly) and not being able to fight back. It only makes sense that the victim will try to employ the roundabout methods of dealing with situation. Here are a few of them.
Distraction. While being anally fucked: daydream, browse social media, watch movies, play games etc..
Rationalization. I'm getting a good workout here, which is wonderful. Actually, it's not rape because I really like it, and I'm in love with my abuser... err, I mean such a beautiful person. If I accept the systematic anal sex, then after my death I'll go to heaven, but if I will fight my loving partner to break free from her grip, then I'll be sent to hell where ugly creatures will anally fuck me for eternity.
Sublimation. I'm filling diaries with reflections on being anally fucked. I want to write a book/song/play about being anally fucked. (For whatever reason people write the books. Maybe to stay alive past their physical death. Maybe they want to earn for a smooth living, and their storytelling skills are quite marketable. Maybe they want their story to be heard, and maybe others will relate to it because being anally fucked is an occurrence far too common...)