Wil,

My mother was so sneaky in her abuse that I still feel sheepish (or something) using the word abuse.

When my own child was growing up I was able to reflect back to my own childhood at whatever age she was and see for myself...oh, yeah, a nine year old isn't actually an adult.

My mother was constantly complaining to me and my brothers about what a big baby I was. She watched while my older brothers (nine and ten years older than me) punched my arm, teased me, taunted me etc.

If I am sensitive now, lacking some sort of "who cares" attitude it is because I've chosen to be this way, sort of proving to myself that they might not have "approved" but I am who I am and this person is worthy of love.

I'm so sorry you had the misery of your childhood. I've seen your acting and I do see that pain in your eyes. I'm a Mom and can't help but notice. Wish your Mom had the sensitivity not to want to hurt you.

Just plain sucks. Thanks for sharing this piece of your recovery. I'm sure you are helping lots of folks and that shows what a special, worthy and valuable human being you are.