As we gratefully watch comet Perry fizzle into the dirty icebag we know it to be, let us pause in panic to contemplate the future of a country in which this abused child grows into a brain and soul damaged man, who then snares (forbid it Jesus) the nomination of a major party likely to win the coming election.
With a nod towards the modern usage, which would have it that one is not a "victim" but a "survivor" of child abuse, I distinguish the two categories thusly:
A survivor has faced the awful truth that one of the two people delegated by providence to comfort, love, and defend him was instead a monstrous caldron of hate and inflictor of gratuitous pain. The survivor has come to understand that his abuse was not some justified recompense for his evil ways, but the manifestation of his parents' disease.
The victim, on the other hand, like Perry, has dealt with the cognitive dissonance of his childhood trauma by erecting a wall of denial, on which he scrawls the graffiti image of an imagined good parent who beat him only to improve his wild ways.