This post is a version of an excerpt from my book, “Crazy Was All I Ever Knew: The Impact of Maternal Mental Illness on Kids.” I have used a pseudonym to protect the privacy of family members.
As a child, I lived in dread that something would set my mother off and she’d fly into a violent rage, unleashing a torrent of physical abuse.
There never was any reason for the abuse. There didn’t have to be. Something would invariably infuriate my mother. I don’t know why my mother singled me out — why she only hit me and not my siblings.
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