I agree. As I’ve stated before, my advice is to stop telling people what they should be or must be feeling, and listen to them, and believe them. If a person says it’s not a big deal, it’s possible it’s not a big deal. Telling them over and over again how messed up and damaged they are and are going to be for the rest of their lives only makes them question their own viewpoint (“How fucked up am I that I don’t feel fucked up? I must be a monster!” or “But I like Uncle Larry, I just wish he wouldn’t touch me like that. I must be evil and bad for liking such a bad, bad man.” or even “But that ‘bad touch’ felt kind of good. I must be just as bad as him, because I liked it.”) and eventually you start to believe everyone else that you’re messed up. Plus, it’s a great excuse when you go through that slut phase in college: “But I was MOLESTED! I’m not RESPONSIBLE! I’m ACTING OUT!” Took me 20 years to get over that nonsense and decide that NOT being messed up was permissible, too. I’m allowed to like sex without it being a pathology.
I think the converse - that someone feels it’s a big deal and people tell them to just get over it and it was nothing - is vanishingly rare these days, but just as damaging. It wasn’t right when the societal reaction to abuse was ignoring it, but the pendulum has swung too far the other way when fathers are afraid to change their baby girl’s diapers.
I’m just saying that, literally speaking, bruises heal. Few of us are permanently physically damaged, and I, personally, think more of us are long-term psychologically damaged because of the way we’re treated after abuse than the way we’re treated during.
Bottom line, let people feel what they feel. Hold their hand, offer sympathy. Don’t tell them what they feel.