My primary abuser is myself. I'm my own worst enemy. I constantly bully and wreck the life of that pathetic loser because he bullies and wrecks my life for being a pathetic loser. This abuse is mostly psychological where he deliberately goes out of his way to put me into terrible situations in an effort to sabotage me for sabotaging him.
I guess my dad should be considered up there in terms of abusers too. He would constantly verbally berate me for not being good enough at stuff and he also had the gall to tell me I should be more confident in myself like he is in himself. He would also use corporal punishment though maybe some people don't count that as parental abuse.
There was also that time I got molested by my best friend at the time. He kept touching me in my thighs and shoulders and at the time I just thought it was awkward and tried to ignore it but thinking about it later made me realize I definitely did get abused in some form. It's really icky to think about because I had no idea he was even into me like that even though I knew he was gay but it became so obvious after the fact. He should have realized I'm not gay at all.