I wasn’t raised in abuse, per se, but my mother was clueless about how to raise a child and could never discuss anything difficult or delicate. She was so uncomfortable with anything sexual, that I bought my own tampons and bras even as a tween. I also grew up in a filthy house, as I swear she didn’t know how to clean - she was raised with domestic help in her house.
I do harbor some bad feeling towards her about this, but have come to understand she sees the world a bit differently and has very low standards on household cleanliness. It’s made me OCD about living in a clean house, such that I go crazy when my family leaves dirty dishes out and do not put food away immediately.