Oh ya, I forgot about that! My mother raped me emotionally throughout my childhood. I tell ya, I'd have rather been beaten down physically than by her razor-sharp tongue.

I was the remnant from her first marriage - she was able to send my brother away because he was autistic - and I lived my life in fear, knowing that any minute, I was next! I grew up believing that I was a worthless piece of shyt who would never amount to anything.

Man, all I kept thinking as a kid was that she must be right, afterall, she was my mom - and if my own mother couldn't love me, WHO could?!

Even though intellectually I now know all of that to be hogwash, the docta is right: those feelings are triggered when certain events take place and it's harder than hell to put them in their rightful place - the trash!!

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