It is always awkward for me when people hear about my past and are fairly certain I was abused. I mean, I know what abuse is, right? It’s getting beat with a belt buckle or a curling iron or kicked or told you’re a worthless piece of shit every day of your life. Abuse is not… my childhood and teenage years.
It’s even more remarkable when people tell me I’m surprisingly stable and well-adjusted given my past.
I mean, doesn’t everyone’s parents’ have quirks that made childhood weird?