Had a kid (by which I mean, like, 15 year old - this would have been easier with a much younger kid, who I don't expect to have any sense of what is appropriate to ask) ask me to my face "What's the worst thing that ever happened to you" and part of me (a minority part of me; I don't actually think it would have been fair to him or comfortable for me) wishes I'd looked that child dead in his eyes, put a hand on his shoulder, and said, "You cannot go up to people and ask them about the time they were sexually assaulted. I understand that is not the thing you think you are doing, but I am not the only person for whom that is the answer. I need you to stop asking that question of people who do not have the kind of relationship with you where the answer won't be awful for everyone involved." Instead, I just gave him an awkward, mildly hysterical laugh and said, "Nope! Not telling that story!", which he very clearly did not understand.
Honestly I thought I was fine with it when he first asked the question and then I realized I'd had a good two hours where I wasn't thinking about The Incident and then I was upset about it again.