I grew up in a tumultuous household. My mother, I would later find out was un-diagnosed and un-medicated with massive rage issues and my father was an alcoholic with depression and anxiety.
My father was gone a lot, as his job would take him out of town, so it was just my mother and me in our tiny apartment. A deadly combination for a mother and daughter.
Nothing I did was good enough to keep the rage at bay. It was an all or nothing household in which I couldn’t win.I developed encopresis, which is voluntary or involuntary fecal soiling (talk about stigma) which landed me in therapy at the age of 7.
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