One of the books I read recently (which came out in the 80s) handled it in a way that makes me think she was us at the time. It is part of her past, but she doesn't care about it. The one who cared was the guy who was her obvious future love interest. He kept expecting there to be some trauma from it or some sign of victimization and kept fretting and worrying over it, and she was basically "shut up, that's my past and my life and none of your business. Spend your time obsessing over your sexist idiocy instead of this idea of me as a fragile, abused little flower before I kick you in the nuts again. Both literally and figuratively."